I never thought I’d be writing about Iron Age political geography at a place called Andy’s Playland.
It’s Skiing Break, and because of preparations for our recent move my wife and I never got round to booking accommodations up north as we often have in recent years. This week, instead we take turns with the old folks at minding the children while they’re on break. Yesterday, having been tipped off by Ã sa of Ting & Tankar, my wife took our daughter to the Museum of Nordic Culture where she had a blast in the kids’ room. Today, she wanted me to take her to Andy’s over at the old Sickla industrial estate that’s been turned into a suburban shopping Mecca.
I had a bad feeling about this place. I mean, it’s on the third floor of a mall (shudder), and you take your kids there and pay to let them play while you sit around waiting? Sounded… sad and McDonaldsy and culturally deprived. But it’s won me over completely. Get this: it’s a huge cavernous fun house with slides and ball ponds where your kid entertains herself for hours on end while you partake of free wifi and a reasonable coffee shop. I brought a book and the family laptop and earplugs, and I have been working, undisturbed. Now and then the 5-y-o shows up sweaty and breathless and rosy-cheeked, drinks some water and zips off again to her newfound friends. This place is open from 10 to 20 on weekdays. Admission is SEK 120 ($14) a kid.
Taking the children skiing is of course a far better way to bond with them, but honestly, it’ll be years before the little one can appreciate slopes and lifts and northern climes anywhere near as much as she enjoys the playland right now.