Exit through the gift shop

After work today I finally decided to buy a membership to the Imagine Childrens Museum. He is out of preschool for a little while and I needed something to keep his brain stimulated and active and me from going insane.
65 bucks later, Steve and I can go anytime for a whole year, woohoo!
Anyways, it was pretty awesome...

 We played on a massive train set, pumped balls through these little pipes with air flowing through them, played in a little pool with a bunch of boats and dug for dinosaur bones and a bunch of other awesome things. After and hour or so, I started getting ridiculously hungry, like nauseous hungry. I gave Steve a 5 minute warning and he went down a few more slides on the outdoor play area. After about 10 minutes...
Okay, Steve lets get going!
Buuut, moooommmyyyy!! Just one more slide!
Nope, I gave you an ample warning. Lets go home and eat dinner.
Pleeeeaassseeee!
Sorry, its time to go.

So we go, with Steve huffing and puffing the whole way. Down a flight of stairs and all the way around to the front area.

But, Mooommmmyy, we didnt get to go on the bus, or the vet or pizza place! Come on!
No, chill out, were leaving, we can come back in a couple days.

Finally, after much whining I finally spot the exit.
Which is through the gift shop.
Seriously?
Whoever planned that is either a genius or a moron. I cant decide which at this particular moment.
Steves eyes light up like Christmas morning.
I can hear screaming and see a little girl in hysterics in the middle of the shop.
Oh shit. Here we go.
We enter.
Mommy look! I need this! Really really bad! Oh wait I need this too!
He is holding up a wand and an airplane toy that you put together, its wooden and looks like it cost 50 cents to make and those bastards are selling it for 16.95.
Were definetly not getting that, and really not getting the fairy wand.
Please! I need this thing right here!
What is it?
I dont know.
I can see more parents coming in to the gift shop and there is more screaming. More tantrums and more looks of confusion on the parents faces.
Who in the hell does this?
Just when you think your safe, just when you think youve gotten out of child paradise, youve walked into parental hell.
Just say no.
I eventually drag Steve out, softly mumbling to himself and maybe fake crying and leave behind the other parents with smaller children that cant be so easily swayed.
Next time were jumping the gate to get out of there.