Party Time!!!
Wait. Wait. Wait! Put the 5 Hour Energy and the Monster Fuel away. This is not going to be an all-nighter (it better not) I was catching up on some reading and projects when my 4 year old came over and told me its “Party Time!”
This time she means business. She came over and cornered me with her posse, Ariel, Eric and King Triton. There was no getting out of this one!
I explained, “I still have some work to do”!
Dylan put on her sad heartbreak face, as she looked down to the floor with her somber look, barely showing her eyes from beneath her hair hanging down.
I said, “But I have nothing to wear!”
So Dylan pulls out her Dora costume for me; a red halter top and baggie genie pants.
I told her, “This will never fit me!” I tried on the red halter top (please don’t picture this!) And sure enough it was too small.
So Dylan ran to get her Tinker Bell outfit for me.
Sorry! Ain’t gonna be no stinkin’ fairy I thought. Feeling the peer pressure I thought I would humor her. Sure enough, it was not going to fit either. I tried!
“Well daddy why don’t to try dis on?” she says, handing me her pink tu-tu from last Valentines day.
Darn! She got me that time as it was a tie-string format. I reluctantly agreed. ~sorry no pictures of this!
Dylan gathered her friends put them in the lil’ shopping cart she got for Christmas and said, “Come on dad, its dis way to the party.” as she walked back the hallway.
I still had so much work to do I knew I didn’t dare ‘throw down’ like days of old. What to do? She had me. I drew a heavy sigh of relief as I saw where the party was going… back to Grandma’s room, a.k.a. her nap room.
So I told her of the great kinds of parties we had when I was a kid (when we still lived by candlelight). I told her they were the best parties, the most popular ones….Slumber parties! And I explained the concept to her.
I told her, her and her friends could sit around and talk about who they liked and who liked them. And when they wake up we would have pizza for everyone; it’ll only be 5:00pm, so no pancakes this time.
The party crew: Dylan, holding Ariel in her PJ’s, Eric, and King Triton
Seeing she’s buying into this I threw in how I would take some pictures ( I really needed some blog fodder) so that her and her friends could share and save the party forever. As my parents did, I warned her there was to be no talking after I turned out the lights and checked for any flashlights in the room; and cell phones, or games, lip gloss, small computers ~ its so cool to be a kid now a days! She said, “OK”.
They slipped on their jammies and I put a finger to my mouth, saying “Hush, be quiet. I don’t want to come back here and see you girls talking after I leave.”
Dylan gave me a nod but then sprang up, as in another attempt to postpone the inevitable, and said, “I still hafta go potty!”
You girls better be sleeping back there!
I asked, ” who else in here needs to go potty?” But the room was silent.
She went. She did. She went back to the slumber party with out incident and I shut the door hoping to get some work done in the quiet. Another party under my belt (sigh) Just in time I thought. No more life in the fast lane for me
Wait. Hold on a second. Do I hear boys back there?
She never ceases to amaze me!
OUR LIFE IN 3D 