I guess he was too busy playing on his Ripstick and grilling about 50,000 skewers of chicken. But I did manage to catch photos of almost every kid at the party (including Jeff and Danielle, ha ha!). Except for Trudy, that is, who was basically a blur the whole evening.
A great party with close friends on a lovely summer evening.
And also an opportunity to see what a precocious child I have. Apparently he was doling out parenting tips to anyone who would listen.
For example, Declan, Trudy and Chloe were caught spraying their juiceboxes on the fence. With Declan as the ringleader. (Sidenote: what the hell sort of demon has my child turned into?)
But, as Chloe was explaining what was going on to her mom, Shiloh, I went over to “discuss” the situation with Declan and Trudy. (Basically I told them, “Any more spraying, no more juiceboxes.” *I* am the ultimate in evil! Bwaa haa haa!) Then I watched Declan and Trudy walk back over to get Chloe to play with them once again. I meandered back to Shiloh, who had the funniest shit-eating grin on her face.
She proceeds to tell me that Declan walked up just as she was finishing telling Chloe, “I don’t care what anyone else does, YOU do not spray juiceboxes on the fence… do you understand?“
And Declan, who has apparently been reading my stack of parenting books at night after we go to bed, calmly says to her, “Shiloh, my mom says ‘Comprende?’ instead of ‘Do you understand?’ – you should try that. It might help.”
And then he strolled away.
Me. Oh. My. What in the world am I going to do for the next 15 years?
For now, enjoy the photos: