We got through Jacob's birthday party in one piece. The guests, mostly boys, acted pretty much exactly like…well, boys. The lone girl did not seem to think much of the festivities, poor thing. We had gone to some trouble to set out toys and stuff for the kids to play with, but what they (the boys) did was head immediately to the toy swords and toy guns (or things that looked like they could be used as toy swords and guns) and proceeded to shoot and slice at one another. Then you had the fart and penis jokes.
If they had known about sexual innuendo they could have passed for tipsy college boys. I find this sorta scary.
There were only about 7 guests, and I found herding them to be more than a little tiring, even when all we were really doing was trying to prevent them from hurting each other, or to do something they would like, like eat pizza or have cake.
Seven years ago he was just a little lump. Now he's making fart jokes. Quite impressive in its own way.
The only downer on the day was the fact that it took us an hour to get seated at Benihana for the birthday dinner. Had I felt hungry even 15 minutes sooner, I don't think we would have had that problem (calling ahead for a reservation would also have helped). Well, live and learn, I guess. At least the kid thinks its more fun to eat at Benihana than Peter Piper Pizza.