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Aidan, your fifth birthday party was one for the record books. It was cold March day, and the snow from our big storms had just started to melt. Everyone was ready to get out...everyone was ready for a party.
Everyone was ready for your party! And man, was it a good one! It even ended in some fireworks!
The scene: the Little Gym.
The rules: Have fun, bounce around, do lots of fun activities, led by fun counselors.
And of course, your best life buddy, Julia, was there too...showing off!
Brady came too!
As did Asher, Hollis and Willa, the Long triplets, and so many other wonderful friends.
Then, the real fun began!
You all gathered up, and you- being the birthday boy- got to show everyone your very own, spur-of-the-moment special trick:
Everyone got to participate, and play, and pretty much get really sweaty, crazy, bouncy and happy!
There was hopping...
Dancing...
Dog-piling...
Parachuting...
People may have started to get a little tired...but no worries. Everyone woke up and partied on!
You bequeathed your special birthday-spot-of-honor in the center of the parachute to your sister. So everyone sang happy birthday to you, while you spun Julia around in a circle!
Then they busted out the big guns...the air track. Which, as you know, makes everything get even more CRAZY!
And you, as the main party animal, were soaking it all up, taking it all in, and having a phenomenal time!
..despite the late hour and physical exertion...
Then, you were hoisted up high in the air, and marched toward your Birthday celebration grand finale!
Pizza...balloons...
...Angry Birds Cupcakes, made by your mommy...
...and Singing!
Now here's where I'll pause, because here's where the fireworks came. And all the signs were there: You didn't want to eat pizza, you drank a suspicious amount of water, your looked a little pale. And it all seemed to happen in slow motion. I almost got there in time. But I didn't.
"Happy Birthday to you!"- the last line was sung.
You blew out your candles.
Cupcakes were passed out and cupcakes were devoured.
3...2...1...
<slow mo Daddy...> "Oh no...he's going to...."
BARF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
See I promised you fireworks! You spewed like the fourth of july all over that green table cloth. I quickly escorted you away from the table and then knew you were going to spew again. So, I went somewhere to give you a bit of privacy...behind the counter. Where you spewed again...and you had quite some distance on that--- you even hit one of the counselor's purses.
You had some puke on you, and didn't like it. So you stripped out of your pants and shirt immediately. Then, I knew that look on your face. I picked you up, grabbed the dirty clothes, leaped over the pile of vomit, and ran through the Little Gym to the bathroom at the back. We made it just in time for you to puke for the last time in the toilet.
You didn't cry. You weren't upset. You were mostly naked and you said "I threw up just a little bit." We washed your face, called your Uncle Jeremy to bring us the back-pack which had some spare clothes in it...but unfortunately no extra underpants for you. So...you put on Julia's underwear willingly, got dressed, and...totally rebounded happily.
You marched out of the restroom unashamed, unembarrased, and ready for more Little Gym. You started playing some more, and soon your party-goers joined in again.
"I just threw up just a little bit," you told them.
Epic. Totally Epic.
Reviews were mixed. Some girls who were sitting directly across from you at the green table didn't get splashed, but were slightly appalled and apparently had awe-struck looks frozen on their faces. Some people at the opposite end of the table didn't even know anything had happened.
Brady, who was sitting right next to you, watched you vomit. Didn't move a muscle. Continued eating his cupcake and exclaimed "This is the BEST party ever!"
And it truly was. You know how to party, buddy. And we were all so honored to celebrate with you...a party with fireworks and true friends.'
Happy Birthday!
