ball pool

ball pool
Originally uploaded by renfield

Big sign on the back says "No jumping", which is pretty stupid given that even I wanted to jump into the ball pool. What the sign SHOULD have said is "You are the adult, it is your child, take some responsibility for raising him/her not to be a completely spoiled prat."

Amazing to compare:

• Japanese moms who let their sons do anything, no matter how obviously deviant and dangerous, with the meekest of "Let's not do that, ok?" whilst dad smokes down the hall
  
• Foreign moms who are planning out the next play date at the American Club amongst themselves whilst their children beat on each other and anyone in the immediate vicinity

I attempted to get Tonchan to jump into the pool only when the space was clear, and would not let her throw the balls at all, as a bunch of other kids where doing such a fine job of throwing the balls off the wall I was regularly pelted in the head. Whilst mom took photos.
There was also a Japanese boy who kept burying himself in the ball pool and a few times someone fell on him or stepped on him. I even pulled him up once when it was obvious he was about to have his nose broken...probably should have let that happen. Maybe then his mom would have stopped talking on her cell phone and pay some attention.

After playing for a couple hours we got the viking dim sum for lunch, wrestled Ton into the stroller, and headed to National Azabu to resupply. Ton passed out nicely and stayed out until we were just checking out. Then I ran into the V Man himself, fresh from the tennis court, and then Jorge called. So we hit Starbucks and met up with Jorge, then walked home, Tonchan now completely amped up and hyper.