How do you have a kids’ birthday party for sixty 7-8 year olds?
YOU DON’T! Ever.
That’s why I put a limit on my overly social munchkin’s party this year. She wanted to have it at the zoo where “Dan – the Touch my Animals – Man” would be sharing information about all things animaly. Don’t correct me. It should be a word.
25 guests maximum is the policy for zoo parties. This includes kids and the immediate family. This number sounded crazy, but actually (don’t tell Munchkin #2) I think it will be a lot like school, but with loads of sugar at the end – right before we send them home to their parents. Heh, heh!
So the itinerary is set, the guest list consists of only the girls in her immediate class and Girl Scout friends. End. Of. Story. No surprises. No changes. No gluten free.
However, I didn’t realize that my child was loudly talking about her party outside of the classroom. Lunch and recess were a dangerous for her and other’s feelings.
Why did I think she could keep her lips shut? She never does at home. I assumed she would chat with the girls in her class and no one’s feelings would get hurt.
I joined M2 for her birthday lunch at school. This is where once a year I take whatever the munchkin wants and drink a diet coke while she ingests crap. I used to eat items from beneath the golden arches, but now I feel like my tongue is coated in oil at the end of my meal.
Anywho…both munchkins love this tradition and have grown to expect it. We were sitting at the “parent/child” table. It’s kind of like the “Peanut table,” but more kids come up and beg us for French fries. Charles Dickens would be proud of these little urchins.
So as each kid faked a trip to the bathroom to come see what Munchkin #2 was eating, and tried to give her the signal she should share some spuds, she would say something about her birthday being over the weekend and that she was REALLY excited about her party at the zoo.
“M2, not all of these kids are invited to the party!” I urgently whispered.
“What? They are one of my best friends!” she loudly announced. I have no clue where this kid got her volume!
“We could only invite the girls in your classroom and those who are in Brownies. Don’t you remember that?” I asked.
“My class-ROOM! Oh, not my whole class – like all of 2nd grade!!” she finally understood.
“I thought you were clear on this. How many people have you talked to?” I hesitantly inquired.
“Don’t worry, Mom! I only talked to all the girls in 2nd grade. I didn’t tell anybody in third!”
She was so proud of her restraint. Explaining to a child who is not ready to understand how their words can upset others is challenging. I thought we had it squared away weeks ago.
M2 likes to be friends with everyone. Not such a terrible quality.
But she better get a job at McDonalds to start saving up for next years party. She might just have the upper third of the elementary school on the invite list!
Do you have a kid that airs all of your dirty laundry? Got yourself a blabbermouth?