My boy turned six today. I wanted to surprise him with my clone trooper costume but he unsmuggled it the night before while I was at jiu-jitsu practice (my fingernail is doing fine, by the way - my superpower is Enhanced Fingernail Regeneration).
Amy made it a very Star War-sy themed birthday party, per Sun Su’s request.
Amy went all out and rented an inflateable tent. At one point, the tent collapsed on one side because Billy Bully encouraged the other kids to pile up on one end. I yelled at him until all was balanced again. (We didn’t invite Billy but he asked, and he has been playing nice with Sun Su lately. He’s got no other friends, actually.)
Ooseung had some friends over too.
I had to take my trooper costume off before the guests arrived. It’s pretty hot and apparently clone troopers don’t need to pee very often. Here I am proudly posing in front of a trophy wall of all of my kills.
Sith lord unmasked or cyber-vampire? Our next two Halloweens are covered at least.
We rented a snow cone machine for the party. I was smashing ice bags for two hours this morning because the machine wouldn’t work unless the ice was in teeny tiny bits. I covered the ice bags with a Hello Kitty towel to keep it from splashing. When the neighbor kids asked why I was repeatedly hitting Hello Kitty in the face with a hammer, I just looked at them and hammered faster.
A whole lot of kids and too many presents makes me a tired clone.
It’s cute when your kids want to be just like you.
One thing I did not expect today though:
Amy’s father asking me to examine his hernia and revealing his full Monty. Sadly, some gifts are just non-returnable.
Sad that kid.