So I'm putting Benjamin to sleep last night and we begin discussing plans for his birthday.
His birthday is at the end of March. But it isn't just a birthday. It's more like a festival that lasts several days.
There's the classroom party, the extended family party, the official cast of thousands party and then the actual day of his birth party.
The conversation went something like this:
"Mommy, let's talk about my birthday party."
"Okay. What would you like to do for your eighth birthday?"
"Well, I'd like to have a World War I Party"
"Hmmm. How do you see that working?"
"Umm. Everyone could come dressed up from different groups. Some people could be the Allies (France and England), some people could be Germany and some people could be the Austria/Hungarian Empire."
"Well what if kids didn't want to be 'the bad guys'?"
"That's easy, they could be Belgium"
"What would we do for fun? Build a trench?"
(He looks over at me incredulously) "Mommy, it's really hard to dig a trench. But we could do military drills and whoever gets the most medals would be the Ace."
Whatever happened to two hours at the Baseball Center and pizza?
Who does he think I am? George Lucas?