You know how sometimes you go to a bar and there is a stroller just inside the door and a bunch of little kids hanging out in the corner eating chicken wings and mozzarella sticks?
Wait, you don't?
Are you sure?
Because if you'd gone to a particular bar in Beijing not so long ago (ahem, last week), that is precisely what you would have been greeted with through the smoke-filled haze, entirely too loud live band, and beer-guzzling patrons. A stroller and a rather large contingent of children sharing an Ipad and rocking out with the music. In fact, if you'd looked a little closer, you would have noticed that the stroller and some of the children belonged to us.
Yeah, we are those people that take their kids to bars.
Okay, so not really. Generally speaking, we don't often (read: ever) hang out at bars with our kids. But this was an exceptional night. One of our dearest friends in Beijing is in a band and our kids wanted to see him perform and this was the sort of venue where that was most likely to happen. And, his kids were there, as well as the children of some other friends, so we thought, why not?
Claire and I stayed for all of one song. Not one set, one song. The music was too loud and she was bored, because, well, bars don't much cater to the under 4 feet set. Thank goodness -- we do not need to make a habit of this! So she and I collected the stroller, bundled ourselves up against the winter chill, bought a Minnie Mouse balloon (because it was there and she is obsessed), and trundled on home to the quiet, smoke and beer free apartment that we know and love. The boys and Kenny stayed on until the end of the show (8pm -- more than reasonable for a Friday night). Everyone had fun. Our friend felt supported and loved. And, we gave our kids a great party game story to tell when they're older. True or False: when I was 5,
my parents took me to a bar...