Someone once said that the reason we have childrens parties is to realise that there are worse kids out there then our own.
They knew their stuff, whoever they were.
Shit small boys are awful.
They are totally gross and grubby and loud
they call each other rude names and try to wrestle each other through the floor - constantly
someone, (me), put party whistles on the table with lunch. they lasted about 3 minutes before my ears were bleeding and i had to go and confiscate the lot!!
on a good note, the party was from 12 - 3pm, and we got til 2.57 before someone punched someone else hard in the face. ('f#cking prick' was screamed during a soccer match within the first half hour).... and they are 8. what will they do when they are 15?? any clues??
oh well, my feet are sore and i have a headache just lingering on the edge of my head.
looking forward to going to yaad tomorrow even though mother superior wont be there, apparently dropping 4 dress sizes overnight.
hugs to you