Baby Boy is no more. He had two friends over this evening to share his Journey to Manhood, or something like that. There was lots of burping, farting, and nonsense going on anyway.
He opened presents from friends first since those were to be ammo. Then they headed outside for the big battle. There were three or four different kind of Nerf guns and lots of bullets. They ran around like wild men. We even had poppers and other "firecrackers" for them.
Then we came inside for the "Entering" ceremony. When there are mile markers in our lives, we have the kids crash through a barrier into the next stage of life. We put wrapping paper up on the doorframe and he ran from "childhood" into "young manhood" on the other side.
Then we used the paper to start a fire. They played in the fire and roasted hotdogs for a while. Nothing says MAN like a fire.
The cake this year was easy. He wanted a cookie cake from Sam's. They put the name on it and even give you the candles. Although it was easier, I missed not making something special for him.
He picked out Over the Hill plates as a joke. His mother is starting to feel like it isn't so much a joke for her.
He picked out Over the Hill plates as a joke. His mother is starting to feel like it isn't so much a joke for her.
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