Since your mother, Rumi, had a day off, she decided to give into your whining, taking you to a soft play place, you were there for a couple of hours, People kept judging Rumi, since she was pretty intimidating, plus she was a famous pro hero, Rumi sat on one of the kid slides, with you in her lap “Ugh..can we just get this over with-..I can’t handle being judged by like 3 years old..” She groaned, placing her arms on your head and leaning on you, the kids near the slide kept judging her..why would a muscular woman want to be in a play centre