I'm not a fan of birthday parties. There, I said it. They give me anxiety.
Maybe it's the teacher in me that always wants to correct other children's behavior, or maybe it's the fact that some of the parties Reese has been to have been down right scary. Case in point... In August Reese went to a campfire themed birthday party. Complete with a real, minimally supervised fire and sticks wheedled into sharp points. And the party was at night. Then, last weekend, there was a party at mixed martial arts. Lofton took one for the team and went along with Reese. I begged off because I needed to go grocery shopping. There was a game of dodge ball where a child got knocked off their feet and board breaking. Hells bells, they are FOUR!
It's all too much for me. I just prefer a good, safe house party. Play with some toys, open a few gifts, eat cake and head home. Is it too much to ask?
And now, the video:
Yes that's my husband. And the little one is my son. What can I say? Two peas they are.
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