I am not really surprised when we slowly noticed our son’s growing dislike of being in the crowd specifically birthday parties. When we were kids my sister and I hate attending parties but we get dragged to attend anyway. Fast forward to parenthood, I now know the predicament–that invitation us parents find hard to refuse.
So yesterday Marcus and I found ourselves in the the middle of restless kids and parents who tried their best not to lose their sanity or, at the very least, their patience. It’s the 7th birthday of our neighbor’s daughter. FYI, I was able to maintain my composure. No kidding.
The party wasn’t routine though. While the McDonald’s party started slow, posing to be another SSDD, things became interesting maybe in my attempt to amuse myself in the absence of wifey who found a perfect excuse to stay behind–she finally got a new online job contract.
Firstly, drum rolls please, Marcus agreed to eat the cheese on his spaghetti. Pardon me for making it sound like it’s a science breakthrough but it it’s sort of like that. Our kid hated cheese ever since just because he thought it is only for mice–no thanks to Tom and Jerry. Yesterday was his first dare to put grated cheese in his mouth and he gave the thumbs up.
Then I would also say that he is also the reason for another unexpected turn of events. Being the only kid not joining any of the games got the emcee’s attention and so an equally stoic character beside him got picked for a game. My name was called.
To cut the story short, my team lost the game and to make matters worse we were made to dance as penalty. So there goes me do the nae nae. I will likely skip the next McDonald’s party invite.
Thanks Elmer and April for the invitations. Your daughter’s 1st birthday party was Marcus’ first time to attend a McDonald’s party. We will try to attend her debut if we are still around.
Mood: 1/10 Honks! (Tatay sounds good, the house plan looks almost perfect.)