A young lady never forgets her first boy/girl party. I put on a lovely purple dress, wore my hair down, with a bow, rather than my usual learning center pigtail look and boarded the train for a quick commute to Ben's neighborhood. When I arrived, Ben was waiting at the top of the stairs, squealing my name. Well, I had no choice. I squealed back.
Ben's mom set up a killer, jungle themed event. There were inflatable animals in the living room that became our party favors. There was a water table with fishing poles on the back deck. The snacks were amazing. Best of all, we could play with anything we wanted in the room that Ben and his sister share. Every toddler knows that other kids' toys are always the coolest.
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| I took my two foot tiger with me everywhere for the rest of the weekend but it mysteriously disappeared Monday morning. I'll have to talk to my mom about that. |
In a quiet moment, my mom admitted to Ben's mom that our family doesn't know any other kids and that this was the first birthday party I had ever attended. I thought it was social suicide, for sure. Luckily, Ben's mom is awesome, confided that Ben could use a few more friends, too, and suggested that we all get together this summer.
I was allowed to stay an hour past my normal nap time, but still had to leave before most of the guests. I sang Happy Birthday all the way home on the train.
