John got an invite to a friend's birthday party for this afternoon. It was his first such outing, and he was quite excited. He really had no idea what a party was before he went, but he knew that he wanted to go, if only because his older brother and sister made such a big deal out of the event on his behalf. "John, it will be really fun!" "You'll get to play and eat cake!"
It was the 5th birthday of his closest age-mate among our family friends who have so far obligingly had a boy-girl-boy at approximately the right ages to provide a playdate all in one family. John was certainly the youngest kid at the party, but apparently didn't mind too much.
He came home proudly clutching his treat bag. He marched straight up to me and announced, "Mom, look what I got!" His chubby paw dove into the bag and emerged with ... a plastic soccer ball on a key chain! From the way his face beamed, I thought it might be pure gold. Or a working motorcycle. :) He then spent the next 20 minutes engrossed in one of those hand-held plastic pinball toys, also from his bag. You know, the freebie kind that show up around the house as plentiful as hangers, but that no one every plays with. Well, apparently, I had just never found the target audience before.
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