Big party coming up. And I decided we should probably get the boy’s haircut before I take a million pictures of him this weekend. So off we trot to Beachcomber’s Kids Cuts. Where a kid gets to sit on a turtle, watch the movie of his choice and play with a toy while getting his hair cut (it's like a spa trip for the preschool set). So he gets a pretty cute “do” and then proceeds to ask the hairdresser for a mohawk (one of his friends came to school coiffed this way the other day). Not an unheard of request, apparentley, because she whips out the craziest hair gel I’ve ever seen and makes this masterpiece. Needless to say, he’s completely in love with it. And I ended up getting some of the magic gel to recreate the look at home. Because it’s good to have your child looking like a street punk as often as possible. Oh, well. Easiest way to make him happy I've seen in a while.
And, today he's 5. That boy. Dave and I took the day off to celebrate with him. He let us know that, “As long as we get to go to Burger King, I don’t care what else I do for my birthday.” Apparently we’ve been depriving him of Burger King meals. So off we trotted to BK and "Alice in Wonderland" in 3D. An excellent day was had by all.
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His official party is on Saturday. Harry Potter theme. 18 children (that ridiculous number of attendees is the result of still being friends with old daycare mates, his love for his current preschool friends, and all the kids from our great circle of friends attending the pool/potter soirée). All that to say, I just spent up all the money I have on 18 pairs of little black glasses, lightning bolt tattoos and wands that light up…you know, so that it’s a true “Potter” experience for our guests. Money well spent. It should be big fun.
Sissy deals with all the fuss by drawing. Or crying. Our little Picasso drama queen.
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