So, the 5th birthday spectacular is over! There were a few dramas along the way starting with the entertainment. I booked the very funny, ‘Bungling Barry’ when he heard this news the boy in an Elton John style tantrum declared he wanted Mr Tinsel, his friend Mr Tinsel, the hilarious Mr Tinsel, Mr tinsel the great! – who hands out his business cards to the children at parties, a savvy move as my boy keeps his by his bed like a tiny poster.
I made him a spiderman cake, staying up till nearly midnight icing, complete with vimto boot laces for webs. When I showed him in the morning he burst into tears and whimpered,’ I didn’t want it like that!!!’
‘Really,son? Well that’s what you’re having!’
To be fair, the cake was distinctly lob sided due to me dropping quite a big chunk of it as I turned it out. Using jam as superglue was never going to work.......
Then on the hottest day of the year so far, the birthday boy insisted on wearing a snugly fitting nylon spiderman outfit complete with gloves and mask – mask! Which he did not take off not even for the party food! Nobody knew where he was or who to give the presents to!
The one year old found the whole thing an opportunity for misdemeanour and adventure, finding places to climb – collaspable tables, kitchen bar stools, present boxes. Chances to escape including the great fun of being chased onto a main road! And finally the opportunity to eat as much sugar filled food as possible from others plates, the floor, the binbags...........
I miscalculated the number of chairs in the scout hut and so half the children had to kneel on a gymnastic bench to reach the spidey cup cakes, chocolate marshmallows, grapes, carrot sticks – (guess what food was left over?!) and when the lob-sided spider man birthday cake was brought out there were no tears or screams or foot stamping or tantruming of any kind. (Maybe with the 40% vision a spidey mask with unusually placed eye holes afforded the whole thing looked better or maybe he was full of good spirit after receiving 30 shiny, multi-coloured, exciting looking parcels!)
Bungling Barry’s noise set the children giggling and shrieking and sent the grandparents fleeing for the garden, the mother in law actually put tissues in her ears!
The magic show was as ever great – even for those of us who saw the same one last year..........
By the end of the two hours of mayhem, all the children seemed happy, clutching a party bag and a balloon sword, flower or dog made by the pretty amazing crowd controller who is Bungling Barry.
The clean up began, thankfully my lovely friends helped to make the scout hut good as new and the ancient scout master – a man who dedicated the last sixty years to Baden Powell locked up happy!
We all slept well that night!
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