Grant and I escorted Tyler to a birthday party today. One of his friends at daycare had turned three. We drove up to what looked like a mini castle. The birthday boy, “Jack” had just woken up from a nap and was crying to his father, “Too many people.” There were over fifty with tons of kids. Jack was pretty freaked out.
The party had a children’s “fun fitness” instructor outside with Kidzbop blaring. Whoever thought of Kidzbop should be shot. I looked out over the deck and she seemed like a mile away. I told Tyler to go have fun and I would meet him. He played a few minutes and then noticed a mega swing set half a mile to our right and made straight for that. Before I could catch up with him he had scaled the climbing wall and slid down the slide. What I didn’t know was that at the bottom of the slide was a very muddy landing. Tyler’s butt was completely covered. Oh well, no use crying over spilled mud. Then he slid down on his belly, covering his shirt.
Another boy from daycare, “A.J.” was enjoying the swing set too, as well as the leaves and plants and dirt in the yard. I said to A.J.’s mother, “We live in an apartment so Tyler doesn’t get much exposure to swing sets and backyards.” She said she did too. It was nice to find at least one other woman who probably felt like she didn’t belong either. I looked around the property. You could fit at least two more mini-castles on the land.
Suddenly, the birthday boy came running over to play with A.J. and Tyler. Seconds later his mother said, “Jack, come back over to the fitness instructor.” Jack started crying. She then dragged him back as he was screaming. ”Jack! You have to come back to your party!” Fuck lady, the kid is three-years-old and this IS his party! Why can’t he do what he wants to do?
The party favors they gave out cost more than the gift we had given him. Plus, I had to borrow some of Jack’s clothes because Tyler was so muddy…and I don’t think I can get the stains of birthday cake and food off the shirt he was lent. They lost money on us, big time.
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Wow, the mom saying “come back to your party” really got to me. You’re right, it WAS “supposed” to be his party. Sounds more like the parents party though and how much they could try to impress people instead of making their birthday boy feel special by letting him choose how to have fun.
Don’t worry about the stains in the loaned clothes… it doesn’t sound like they’re going to care.
I hope Grant had fun and I hope that “Jack” was able to get some specialness out of the day.
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Poor Jack – of course, with a couple of years in therapy, he should turn out just fine, right?
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What an f-ing b***h! This party sounds like it was supposed to be more fun for his lil guest than for him!
I’m telling you I can’t deal w/ planning birthday parties! I did Aidyn’s 1st and 3rd year party but after we did his 4th at Scholastic’s bookstore — I decided this was the way to go always! … You pay them … and they provide it all … leaving all the time to enjoy my son and playing w/ him at his party — which, I might, add he can slap the hostess if it so pleases him LOL (not really slap but you get the idea …)
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