Fellow Queens!
"You can’t come to my birthday party. Nanner, nanner, na, na!"
Oh yes my friends, that is the ultimate statement of power the 5-7 year old set can use. I mean really, what else have they got? I won’t drive you to the mall? I’m not giving you that cute girl’s phone number? Let’s hope not.
The reason I bring this up is that Prince #3 celebrates his 7th birthday this month. He started talking about his soiree in August until I said, “Hey, Mr. Man, Mommy’s birthday is this month. Let’s think about that instead, shall we?” Well that didn’t work so I finally had to say, “Look, we aren’t going to talk about your special day until October.” Thus began the countdown to October 1st. When that rolled around this week he started planning in earnest.
“How about a party at Chuck E. Cheese?” “No. Chuck E. Cheese is evil.” “He is not.” “Oh yes he is, do you know how many toddlers have been scarred for life when that giant rat comes over to hug them?”
“How about McDonalds?” “Again, no, they have syringes in their ball pit.” Totally untrue, but it sounds good.
“I know! Pump it Up!” “Nope, that place is Staph Central. One friction burn and its all over. Why do you think they have a 5 gallon drum of antiseptic wash there?”
Now I realize that I’m the one scarring my child.
Frustrated beyond belief he comes up with his final shot. “Okay then. Remember on career day when Suzie’s grandmother talked about how she is a party planner? I think we should definitely call her.”
Good God. Whatever happened to the special family dinner and a homemade cake with candles? I guess you can only get away with that one until they are 4. So back to the drawing board we go. All I know is that I’m not hiring a petting zoo.
Reign On!
Queen Linda
