My Son At The Pokemon Center

My son is ten now and we live in Japan. As a Mom, I'm not too worried about leaving him alone at the Pokemon Center to window shop for himself. This being Japan, however, I am worried about him getting lost in the huge crowds. So after much deliberation, I figured I should hang out with him here at the Pokemon Center here in Fukuoka. I do confess that after 20 minutes I was pretty much going out of my mind, and said to him point blank, "OK, Jojo, time for us to get a move on," but his look of distress made it clear that physical prodding and subsequent brooding would be what I would have needed to endure to get him out of there.

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