He requested a "half-Spiderman, half-Transformers" party. Given that he is unfamiliar with both (excepted some tangential knowledge acquired while cruising past character-themed bubble bath and gummy candies at the store), we opted for some red-and-blue colored paper cups and plates, and some spidery games at the party.
Also, this double-layer masterpiece of a lemon cake that I somehow managed to pull off (I'm not usually very good at this sort of thing):
Also, this double-layer masterpiece of a lemon cake that I somehow managed to pull off (I'm not usually very good at this sort of thing):
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| (notes of admiration welcome) |
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| pin the Spiderman on his web |
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| (they all lined up to hand over the loot! I guess they take this sort of thing pretty seriously) |
His actual birthday was the day before the party, and maybe that's what caused some confusion. When the grandparents called on the phone to wish him a happy day, I overheard him say that he was not yet 5. After he hung up, I clarified: "You know, you are five now. That's what it means to have a birthday."
He froze, completely shocked: "Really? But I don't feel five..."
It happened, though, it really did. There were two days of festivities and two cakes and plenty of witnesses. He really and truly became a five year-old!
I can't believe it, either.
I can't believe it, either.
4 comments:
Okay - first of all, the cake...ooh, ahh!!
Second of all, the boy...5 years old already!!! I don't believe it!!
We love our BR!!
:)Granny
The cake looks great. Well done!
until the candles are extinguished, you can't be 5!
(obviously)
withadmirationforacakewelldone,
the grand who called on the phone
"Don Corleone, on this day of your fifth birthday..."
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