Belated Birthday

What the heck is going on this year?

In years past, the Boy was lucky enough to enjoy two or three birthday parties per birthday. He'd have one on the day and, often as not, we'd be off visiting someone somewhere in August and they'd have a birthday party for him as well. One year I think he had three. Maybe it was the year he turned three. Three for three. Yeah, that sounds about right.

So this year he's six.

And no birthday party.

He had a cake and presents and balloons and streamers and celebrated on the day with his Mommy and Daddy, but no friends. No party.

There was always going to be a party; we were just waiting for a weekend when there wasn't something going on.

So it's October, almost two whole months late, and still no party.

The Boy has been making plans though, and one day some weeks ago showed me a coloured scrap of paper where he had (to the best of his ability) written down the names of the boys and girls he wanted to invite to his party.

So that's done. Another week passes. And still no party.

Last week Mommy and I finally got our scrapers in gear and organized the fete. We booked the room and put down a deposit on the day and got the customized invitations. Like anywhere else, the place required a minimum of ten kids at the party (at $15 per kid). Mamma and the Boy started going through the names of friends and classmates. After listening to them for a while I interrupted, asking him:

Me: Didn't you already write down who you wanted to come on a piece of purple paper?

Boy: A purse of people paper?