In addition to all the Parker and Chloe action this past weekend, we also attended the 3rd birthday party of one Andrew Angeli, son to good friends Marco and Renee. Andrew is the quintessential 3 year old boy. He's got boundless energy, full-tilt-boogie style. It's 100%, 100% of the time. Andrew was a very enthusiastic birthday boy, and if there was any lull in the conversation, he would take to running around yelling "Andrew Angeli is THREE!" at the top of his lungs. I haven't seen that type of enthusiasm since Rick's 30th birthday when he OD-ed ginger ale and cherry vodka (this is also the first and last time I saw my husband visably drunk, so I like to reference it whenever possible).
The party theme was "pool party", which was executed South City style, equipped with a slip and slide, a slinky hose, and what I like to call "The Rhinoplasty Guarantee". This little gem was a rocket that you set on top of the jet of water you see above. Then, when just enough water pressure builds up under the rocket, any child can press the button and it sends this rocket flying into orbit. Sounds like a perfectly reasonable setup, however given all the other wonderful attractions present, every once in a while an inquisitive child would inevitably wander over to the rocketshipo'death and place their face right above the primed rocket. Of course, I seemed to be the only person really concerned about this as all my friends parents mulled around in casual conversation while I had a heart attack every time that thing went off. Of course, who needs to be concerned when Kaly is smothering the children with worry?
All joking aside, I have noticed that one of the side effects of having no children (besides having free time and spending money) is that I have zero instinct for what will get a child killed. My friends, most of whom have children now, seem to have developed this skill and know when to relax and know when to freak out. Not me, I am in constant freak-out mode at the slightest sign of danger. Rick is zero help with this issue as given his day to day experience, a child is not even having a good time unless they are hurdling head first down a metal slide into a brick wall (actual description of one attraction at the City Museum).
However, I should add here that no children were injured at this party. None even came close. I guess you parents know what you are doing after all....
ANDREW ANGELI IS THREE!
I feel I am a pretty good authority on attractions at the Museum. I know of no slide that ends at a brick wall. Also, I would like to state we would never allow anyone to go down a slide head first. That's just not safe. Finally, if you can't get scraped or bruised what fun is it.
ReplyDeleteMaybe a "brick bench" is more descriptive, and I was referring to the slide on the roof. Of course, there's the 3-4 feet of brick sidewalk they would have to skid over before reaching that bench, so that should slow them down a bit.
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