The birthday is over for another year. And you will be amazed and delighted to know that it went very well, very well indeed.
We eked the presents out over the day so that he didn’t get too emotionally fried about the whole thing. This helped enormously.
Naturally the first present was the drum set. It was a huge success. There were three concerts during the day, all of which I had the great good fortune to be attending. I bought more Nurofen. It was a wise move.
There was enforced nap time for everyone in the afternoon. The welcome lull in drumming was wonderful, although I did dream that we were going to war. Symbolic, much?
The cake situation resolved itself. We took him to the supermarket in the morning and pointed him at the cake shelf. It took less than a second for him to choose the Thomas The Tank Engine cake. I’m glad I didn’t spend more than an hour or two killing myself with worry over the fairy issue, preferring instead to watch episodes of House and thank the lord that most of my problems can be solved with aspirin and two hours in the dark, alone.
The birthday tea was fabulous. We ordered so much Chinese food they gave us a complimentary bottle of soy sauce. We are now valued customers and will have a blue plaque on the wall.
As I was putting him to bed I asked Oscar if he had had a nice day. He said: ‘Yes! Now I want to be big like you. Can I do it again tomorrow?’
Result, although I fear the post party come down.
Splendid!
So, it’s ‘Oscar is 4′ tomorrow then? Is it too late to order the electric guitar to go with the drum kit?
I knew Thomas would win
Glad it all went well.
Sharon
No. No. No. I’ve told him we have to practice!
Bev
He did.