Today was the birthday party for one of Zoey's friends. Well, she isn't actually Zoey's friend; she is the daughter of one of Ella's lifelong friends. So, Zoey and she are merely friends of convenience.
We didn't go. Why?
- It was on a Monday afternoon. Who the hell has birthday parties on Monday afternoons? Since Ella was working, I would've had to take both kids by myself.
- It was about one hundred miles away.
- I would've had to take both kids by myself.
- It was a pool party. Zoey is deathly afraid of swimming pools so needless to say, I would've spent my time trying to coax her into the water and dealing with her screaming while still trying to keep Zed fed and dry.
- I would've had to take both kids by myself.
I had always assumed there were only two very important birthdays in a young woman's life: sixteen and twenty-one (and possibly eighteen if she's ultra eager to vote (doubtful)). But apparently, the three-year birthday is very close to the top of the list.
At first, we were planning to have her party at the place where she takes her gymnastics classes. And then one of Zoey's little friends had to ruin that idea by having her party at a place called Pump It Up. So Zoey wants to have her party at Pump It Up as well. It's amazing how peer pressure rears its ugly head at such an early age.
All Zoey has been talking about since late May is her birthday party. It's like dealing with a personal shopper; everywhere we go, when she sees something she likes, she makes a mental note of the item and says, "Maybe we should have that at my party." And maybe you should get a job to help pay for this shindig, young lady.
Here are some of her must-have items:
- a merry-go-round
- soccer players (the hell?)
- clowns
- elephants
- tigers
- face painters
- a few of those people who make weird shapes and hats out of balloons
And if you think that list above is bad, you should see what she wants us to buy her for her birthday.
