Robby's birthday was this past and Friday and, if I do say so myself, it
was a rousing success. My little Koopa was smiling all day. With the ongoing
monumental adjustment to having a little brother, it was
nice to see Robby relaxed and happy all day. The fact that my Mom was
visiting and was able to watch Timmy (allowing me to spend the afternoon
at his school without his little brother) certainly helped!
Per
birthday boy request, I showed up at his school during lunchtime with a
platter of chicken nuggets in one hand and a tray of french fries in the
other. His classmates were delighted with the lunchtime surprise. Robby
was certainly hailed as a hero when he was passing out the plates and
napkins before sharing the feast.
After lunch, the homemade
turtle shape cake was revealed and served. Although Robby thought it was
adorable, he refused to eat. I think the thought of eating the
turtle's head, even though it was a cake, was too much to bear. In the
future I think I'll make a small sheet cake to serve along side the
butchered animal.
The class was utter jubilant when I brought in
the pinata. Scott was in charge of filling the giant Angry Bird pig, and he took his responsibility
seriously. He came back from Target with three bags stuffed with candy,
small toys and assorted surprises. By the time he was done filling it,
the pinata was stuffed full and extremely heavy. I knew that his
friends were going to be thrilled when it was finally cracked open.
It
turns out that it takes small children a long time to crack open a
pinata. Each student went five times before the teacher, perhaps out of
desire to release some frustration, took the hockey stick and started
beating the pig. After a few whacks, the candy and toys were flying
across the playground. The class scurried, red bags in hand, to scavenge as much of the treasure as possible.
After
all the loot was secured, the class went back inside. With the
Principal and a few other teachers in the room (raiding the remaining
cake), a little girl adeptly linked two glow bracelets together to
create handcuffs. She proudly put them onto her wrists, stood up and
loudly announced, "I made handcuffs. These look just like the ones in my
Mommy and Daddy's bedroom." The Principal, who had just taken a bite of
cake, began to cough and choke.
Leaving the school, I ran into the handcuff Mom. I felt a sense of "thank goodness that wasn't me" relief. Typically it is Robby who orchestrates the public humiliation through his honest observations!
Although I missed Timmy during
the day, I'm glad I was able to spend the afternoon at Robby's school
without the baby distraction. Robby seemed to thoroughly enjoy having my
undivided attention, and all of his friends had fun at his party.
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