“Mama! After Lizabiff’s birfday, it’s mine. I want Lego party. No! Angwy Birds. No! Star Wars Angwy Birds when Terrence is a dog guy. No! Wio 2! No! Batman! Or Cowboy? Hmmm. I can’t decide. Maybe twiangles?”
“Do you just want me to surprise you?”
“Well, don’t pick anyfing weird.”
A couple days later, he decided that he wanted blue cupcakes. I was pretty excited about a triangle party, but that is life with a 5-year-old. We made the invitations for family and sent them off.
And then three days before his birthday party:
“Mama, I want a bwue, wight bwue, dark bwue, bwack, white, shark, Duck Dynasty party wif homemade hats and fancy stwaws!”
“We will see what we can find at Wal-Mart.”
“Well, it is mine birfday. So, dey better have it all.”
We dug out all the blue, light blue, dark blue, black, and white paper we had and I made a banner.
Triangles. And lots of them.
Then, we headed to Wal-Mart to see what we could find in the Duck Dynasty/Shark/Fancy Straw department.
Much to my surprise, Wal-Mar had shark stuff in their 97 cent section. And then Graham found the napkins with the geometric shapes and fell in love. Graham’s mustard-seed-sized faith in our local supercenter really paid off.
Graham made his cupcakes. I waited to finish the decorations until he went to sleep. I spent about 20 minutes putting up balloons and the other banner and figuring out how to incorporate all these different types of napkins.
The next day, we finished up some cleaning. I folded and put away all the laundry, while Dave got the party hat supplies ready.
We donned BLUE and partied! We were blessed to have lots of family celebrate with us. Even Graham’s cousins from Iowa were able to attend!
The birthday boy wore his brand new blue Duck Dynasty shirt we found on a clearance rack just hours after he came up with his theme. Still not sure what the odds are on that one working out so perfectly. And a cape.
Everyone enjoyed the blue cupcakes.
Present time was followed by opening and playing with all the presents. Parenting FOR THE WIN!
And party hats. Triangular ones, of course.
And sugar crashes.
“Fank you, Mama, for mine birdfay. It’s mine favwite.”