This particular joint also had a pool table in the middle of the room, so there was the added bonus that at some point during the evening, you were probably gonna get smacked by a 9-year-old brandishing a pool cue.
But the best machine wasn't even electronic. It was one of those grocery store type deals, where you put in a couple quarters, turn the knob, and out pops a cheap little prize in a plastic bubble. The prizes for this particular machine were stick-on mustaches.
The boys LOVED that! Within minutes, the entire soccer team was sporting mustaches. I couldn't stop laughing at how silly they looked. They all walked up to collect their trophies, and stood very seriously while the coach said something nice about them -- the whole time wearing their new facial hair. It was even funnier because by some strange coincidence, the boys all ended up with mustaches that perfectly matched their sandy-brown hair -- so they looked even more realistic!
Even Mark managed to get one fairly close to his hair color. His was a little shorter than the other kids, and looked more like a fuzzy black caterpillar. I was worried he might look a little like Hitler when he put his on, but was relieved to see that was not the case.
Here he is showing off his soccer trophy (yay, B.P. Bombers! First place in their division!):
And here's a close-up:
We had to make a quick stop at the grocery store on our way home. Mark stopped more than a few people in their tracks -- one guy even commented that he was a little young for facial hair.
"He's actually a lot older than he looks," I replied, and Mark and I giggled.
Mark then stuck the mustache to his forehead, connecting his eyebrows. "Unibrow!" he yelled, and suddenly, we got much stranger looks from the other shoppers.
Ahhh...seems like just yesterday my little Mark was a clean-shaven, boyish 9-year-old.
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