The play area at a nearby outlet mall has lots of huge “food” for kids to jump on and hide behind. It’s basically a germ-fest death trap. I often take on the unpopular role of Playground Nazi, confronting oversized kids who blatantly ignore the yardstick-holding cartoon character and bound from big banana to colossal cupcake to humongous hot dog, barreling over the toddlers. Despite my misgivings, the nephews do love this weird place. And so we keep going back.
