Zan’s sixth birthday is tomorrow, but his big party took place today. The kid apparently is popular; there were two-dozen friends on hand.
This is the first year that we didn’t hold the party at our place. When he turned two, it was about 100 degrees outside, and Wonder Woman was eight months pregnant with the lovely Jayna. Everyone ended up clustered inside our house, trying desperately to suck a few BTUs from the lone in-the-wall air conditioner that cools the first floor. (Turns out it’s far less effective at cooling the first floor when there are 20 or so sweat-drenched people huddled in front of it.)
A couple years ago, we had the Spider-Man party, and when I couldn’t come up with the $4k it would have cost me to purchase a custom-made, movie-replica version of Spidey’s suit, we settled for an inflatable version of everyone’s favorite web slinger. The 4-year-olds didn’t seem to mind.
Last year, Wonder Woman went all out for Zan’s fifth birthday, which was a “Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle”-themed soiree. She spray-painted large pieces of cardboard and set up a maze of tubes in order to create a sewer-like lair out of our backyard. Life apparently has gotten busier in the year since, because, like, no f’n way.
This year, it was clear that the turnout would be large, so we decided it might be time to let somebody else deal with the aftermath of two-dozen 5- and 6-year-olds running amok. Thus, we rented out this indoor field and let the kids run themselves ragged playing wiffleball and soccer.
That’s Zan in the middle there, in the white “Mario” t-shirt and blue jeans, pointing at something with his right hand. I’m having him drug tested tomorrow, because, based on how shot-out-of-a-cannon he was—running to and fro, screaming, bright red and sweating bullets within 30 seconds of our arrival—I’m fairly certain he’s been snorting blow.
But seriously, folks: he had a blast, our house wasn’t trashed, and everybody went home happy.
Meanwhile, we’ll have a smaller family celebration tomorrow, at which point it will truly hit me that my magnificent son is already six years old. Wow.