Around 11 o'clock, yesterday morning, our 7 year old decided it was a perfect day to throw a party. For the next 5 hours he was totally engrossed in the role of event planner.
Decorating was the first order of business. He hunted down all the balloons in the house. Surprisingly, there were about 20. He blew them all up, with the exception of three that he filled with water. Kitty didn't think it was very funny. The rest were carefully placed around the house. Looks good!
Then there was the menu to think about. It only took a minute for him to ask me if I would make an antipasto tray. It's a favorite. Unfortunately, we didn't have all the ingredients, the car is in the shop, so a trip to the store wasn't possible. As a guy who obviously thinks on his feet, he said olives in little bowls would be a hit.
On to the activities. By this time, I had to ask, "Who is coming to this party?"
"Well, you are going to be there, right Mom?"
"The activities are the most important part, " he said. For the next hour he was very busy...cutting, writing, humming, taping, humming, gluing, starting over, humming, and taping. He made ballots and a ballot box. He found a giant rainbow clown wig (yes, we have stuff like this.) The first activity was to vote for who would have to wear the embarrassing wig for the entire party.
Activity 2 was a drawing for a back massage. Cool.
The next activity was a "Robot Dance Contest." This required listening to lots of music online for just the perfect song. By this time he had called Mr. Lilt and his brothers to invite them to his big blow out. They all graciously accepted. Whew. Anyway, he chose Herbie Hancock's "Rockit" for the competition. He wrote down the title and sealed it in an envelop.
The 4th activity was a no-brainer...magic show. The dude loves magic. He has been pulling tricks on us since he could crawl. Houdini had nothing on this toddler, as he worked those child-proof locks. The boy went through all his magic tricks and put together a pretty good act. I got to see the "Hey Mom, hey Mom, hey Mom" dress rehearsal.
The guests were on their way home. The only thing left to do was get dressed. He hunted down his favorite rock&roll shirt, the one that looks like Joe Perry. He attached some kind of chain to his pants, slicked his hair down with who-knows-what, saturated his entire 61lb. body with cologne, and put on his Al Capone hat.
"LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED! " he shouted, as he did some cartwheels across the floor.
....to be continued....