T'is the night after party,
And I sit here dazed
At how eating some cake
Makes my child go crazed --
And now that he's sleeping
With drool on his chin,
I can sit back and marvel
At the mess I am in.
When down the short hall
Did arise such a yelling --
My daughter, my oldest
Down the beige carpet I flew like a flash,
Spoke to them firmly and my teeth did gnash!
I could go on, but you get the picture. It was an interesting day. My second child and my first son had his birthday party today -- he's turning nine tomorrow. And oh, my, but what sugar will do to a child. I think birthday parties are evil. I think they were designed by people who have stock in the sugar industry. Picture this:
You're supposed to have cake and ice cream.
You're supposed to send the children home with sugary goodie bags.
You're supposed to eat large quantities of pizza, or popcorn, or some other party-theme related treat.
And then you have the leftovers in your house for days afterward.
Well, my kids are allergic to ice cream, so we just serve cake. But we do the other stuff. Yeah, I know -- I can hear you now, and I realize how dumb I am. Just bear with me, would ya? How many times does your oldest son turn nine?
So we have a child who has just had birthday cake and we give him Bionicles, which are his favorite toy in the world, and you give him a couple of other things you know he wants, and he's all excited over that, and then you put in the Bionicle movie for the guests to watch, because that's what he wanted, and he gets all hyped up over that, and you end up with a boy who refuses to go to bed and has to be manhandled (or womanhandled, since it was me who did it) to his room.
Good news is -- that's the last kid birthday in the Pinkston family for this year. We don't have another kid birthday until June.
I love June.