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I think I finally get it now. As a parent, when your kid wants to invite their entire class to their birthday party, your first thought isn't "how sweet." It's "how much structural damage can 25 sugar-high gremlins do to my house in two hours?" Suddenly, it all makes sense. The 90s parents weren't lazy - they were strategic.
Just tell the other parents to drop the kids off at Chuck E. Cheese. Done. The kids will spend two hours sprinting between half-broken arcade machines, inhaling pizza-shaped food, and staring into the soulless eyes of a six-foot animatronic rat that most definitely comes to life late at night and feeds on the souls of any kids left behind. All the while your house stays Completely intact. Genius.
That's why everyone's birthday photos from the 90s look exactly the same - the weird carpeting, the questionable pizza, the generic sheet cake, and that blurry group shot with a dozen kids in paper hats. It was chaos contained in a strip mall. And honestly? We should bring it back.