And the Neighbours Complained About the Noise

I'm either the best mom in the world or the craziest.

Last week, Middle Child had a birthday party. He really has no best friends. Instead, most of the boys in his class spend recess playing soccer together. It gets very testosterone-laden but it sounds like everyone finds a place to play. So, we invited every boy in his class to come. With a water gun. True story.

Thankfully, the weather was great. Thankfully, they all got along fine. Thankfully, I was able to get them to stop for a minute so they could eat. Various stages of undress. Lots of that boyish goat smell. It got a little Lord of the Flies-ish. Definitely saw some Jack, Simon, Ralph and, yes, Piggy.

Daughter was a champ. She was on the water refueling station, getting totally soaked. However, she loved having this position of power and got to lord it over the younger boys. "Hassle me some more and I send you to the back of the line, bub." I couple of the boys were crushing on her, I could tell. She was completely oblivious to it. When Slowplum (who was there to help out for a bit) mentioned it too, Daughter looked like she smelled something funny.

I bought about a 100 Timbits instead of a cake. I hate having leftover cake or paying for something that is just going to get picked at. I find kids either like just the icing or just the cake. Few will eat the whole thing. But Timbits? Every kid likes them. I made a lovely mountain, and lit the candles which were blown out by some punk kid who I didn't give birth to. We tried to relight but the wind wasn't cooperating and the natives were getting restless. So, with Middle Child's go-ahead, I told the boys to help themselves.

What was the scene? Well, do you remember that Looney Tunes cartoon with the termites attacking whole trees and leaving a pile of crumbs in less than a second? Such was my Timbit mountain. Boys were stuffing their faces with four or five of them at a time. It was entirely disgusting and unrefined. One boy would bite into one, not like the taste, put it down and another boy would pick it up and eat it. Three cheers for the Y chromosome.