R.J. wanted to have an outdoor party with a scavenger hunt, food cooked over the fire, and s’mores. Having a party like this at the end of October is risky since even though the temperature could be perfect, the chances of it being cold are there. Of course the morning of the party it was sleeting, flurrying, and cold. Thankfully I had the foresight to write, “wear warm clothes” on the invitations and all of the boys showed up with jackets.
I’m fairly certain my jaw may have hit the table, while my husband worked to confirm this information. “R.J., did you take a shit in the woods?!” R.J., “Yup.” Shannon, “Why didn’t you just come to the house?” R.J., “It was too far. Don’t worry I used leaves to wipe.” I finally chimed in through snorts is laughter, “You are going to need to shower immediately.” Of course my new nine-year-old did not see the reason for this, but showering was enforced. The survival themed birthday party became more than just a theme, as always my boy took it to the next level, no harm done, but a lot of laughs.
It was a successful birthday party, a day where I was completely relaxed, a day where a few boys (and one little sister) were able to run around outside, hunt for part of their food, and sit around a campfire, and it was a party that was so simple to plan. Perfect.