Foal’s Birthday (9)

Foal turned 9 a couple of weeks ago. Awesome!!! (I haven’t killed him yet – Yay me!!!)

He decided he wanted a party and invited 3 of his closest friends. All three RSVP’ed but only two kids turned up. I’m still not sure what happened to the third but I have my thoughts. That was the call Dad took when I wasn’t home. The mum probably said they couldn’t make it and he heard the opposite. Honest mistake for a deaf person.

The two who did turn up were absolutely feral. And I say that in the nicest possible way. My first clue should have been when the parents dropping off their child and their last words were, “BEHAVE YOURSELF!!!”

We had hotdogs, party pies, sausage rolls, KFC Chicken, watermelon, popcorn, chips, icecream, lemonade, lollies and, of course, cake. They complained about the food. One child kept trying to sweep the food off the table and I had to tell him off. He didn’t eat anything except the lollies and cake.

The same child kept trying to go into Pup and Cub’s rooms. Even though their doors were closed. I ended up telling him to stop trying because they were closed for a reason. He finally got the idea to stay out!!!

The other child complained about the food too, but somehow managed to suffer his way through.

Both of them thought it would be a brilliant idea to break Foal’s birthday presents. I told them otherwise.

Both of them thought it was fantastic fun to throw stones at each other. I told them otherwise.

Both of them complained about being bored even though we have a huge backyard, a toy-filled rumpus room, Playstation and Xbox. I ignored them and started counting the minutes.

Thankfully, both of them were picked up on time. When the really naughty child was picked up, I told his mum that he didn’t eat any lunch even though we had plenty of choices and I offered to make him a sandwich of his choice. You know, just in case he went home and said there was nothing to eat. She gave him a really odd look so he obviously does eat the food we had. And besides, I’d done the right thing when they were dropped off and asked the parent if their precious had any allergies or foods they shouldn’t eat. Both replied that they ate anything.

Afterwards I asked Foal if they normally acted “that crazy” and he said no. Even he was disappointed in their behaviour. I told him that maybe they were just very excited.

Much later, I asked Foal if he’d had fun with his friends and he replied, “Yes. Best birthday party ever!” I guess that makes it all worthwhile...