So we attend my cousin’s sons birthday at the Arena Football game in downtown Kansas City. They have all the kids set up in a big open room. Multiple kids parties here – great idea for a set up (stick kids in a big open room with small footballs and they will have a good time). Fun time. Some kid in a go-cart comes in and buzzes the room. A guy doing magic. Kids liked it.
So I’m towards the back of this open area, walking with my little girl, and what do I see enter the hall?? A Maxim-Photo-Spread come to life. Holy god!? In saunters the Arena Football cheerleaders to pose for pictures with the little boys who’s birthdays it is. The boys are 6!?!?
After I deal with the daggers my wife has shot me for staring open mouthed, I walk my little girl around some more. My son (so I am told, I missed him actually saying it) leans in and blurts out “they’re HOT!” My boy.
As they work their way to the exit, I see my wife jog after them. She turns around with a shit-eating grin – seems her husband has a birthday coming up. Not the best quality picture, but a kick ass one none the less.