The Boy..

 He's having the BEST time ever making his own "fancy" birthday cake this year. He's actually pretty pleased it's turning out small, his social anxiety is literally killing him right now. So, we're going with it and letting him decide what we do. He's rolling the rice crispy bases The Girl helped make in colored fondant (which he colored). We're going to work on the facial details for the Angry Birds tomorrow. A party is what you make of it. HIS idea of a party - apparently - is eating cake, junk food, getting a few presents, and playing some weird games. Nowhere in his description of what a party should be did it include "people". Anywhere. He wants friends to play, but not the chaos I guess? So, a very small party (which is what was ending up happening anyhow..) it is. I don't feel compelled to make things "pretty" for just the one family coming because they've already seen my dirty laundry. And if the kids want to help make the cake and play fondant birds... Ok. I have some little figurines as back ups, lets roll with it. We're gonna set up a big sling shot and shoot the crap out of some stuff looking like piggies - because - well, it sounds fun. The kids want to blow bubbles at the ducks and goats. Because that's REALLY fun. No, it really is. It's hilarious. So, bubbles it is. I forget how simple 6 (7 whatever) can be. If he's not worried about people (he's actually seeming somewhat calmer knowing people aren't coming), why should *I*?  We're still gonna have a damned good party!