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We Aren't In Chuck E. Cheese's Anymore Dorothy

My game obsessed 6-year-old Cash and I were driving down the seedier part of Mission Street in San Francisco recently when he spotted a sign for an arcade and yelled, "Stop the car!!" I obviously wouldn't have stopped anyway but I made the mistake of explaining to him that it is an "adult arcade," not one like the arcade at Pier 39 where we had been the day before. The multiple XXX's did not deter him.

"What kind of games does an adult arcade have," he asked.

"Naked ones," I said. At a loss to go any further, he filled the silence. "Like 'Take Your Clothes off Wii?"

At that point, after I stopped laughing, I was forced to change the subject because I had no idea how to proceed. What would you have done?

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