*big exhale*
14 children (half of them, possibly, with ADHD) just exited my house. One of them—we are not sure which one yet—apparently walked home without shoes. (If you are reading this and your child is missing a pair of dark blue, size one “crocs”… call me.)
Several hours ago we kicked off a Super Mario Brothers themed party for Jachin. My husband was the creative mastermind behind the whole Super Mario thing.
Being one of only a handful of non-Amish children growing up without a Nintendo system, I know absolutely nothing of it—other than Mario wears red and his skinny friend Luigi wears green. But apparently there is a whole thriving civilization of little squid looking guys, and little mad mushroom looking guys, and little turtle guys (whom I kind of remember), and other various cute but sometimes menacing characters. So when my husband told me that I needed to come up with a piñata resembling a “chain chomper”, I gave him a blank stare. But he got me a picture of one and then I went out and bought a regular old yellow smiley face piñata and painted all over it to make it resemble what I now know to be a chain chomper. The whole time I was painting, I was thinking No one is going to know what this is… this is a whole ‘lotta work for nothing. My cynical feelings lifted when the cute little neighbor boy, Mikey, walked in and took a look at the piñata, looked back at me like I was a rock star and said, “Woah! You got a chain chomper piñata?!? Cooooool!”
My husband made two cakes this year. Many people will remember that my husband is somewhat of an amateur cake decorator. Self taught. (Previous years’ cakes have included a Chewbacca cake with brown coconut hair, a Deathstar cake with green spaghetti “lasers”, and a very cute Hello Kitty cake, just to name a few.) This year the cakes were the brown mushroom-looking guy with the big angry eyebrows, Goomba, and the white squid-looking guy whose name I can’t remember and probably can’t spell anyway. The piñata treat boxes were decorated to look like the question mark coin boxes. The kids played pin the star on the star, and then there was a pulse quickening contest to see who could finish world 1.1 the fastest. (The neighbor kid, Trevor, took that title at 38.4 seconds. Brothers Jamus and Jaron rounded out the top 3.) Anytime the kids started looking bored, we would throw candy at them, and that usually livened things up. When in doubt, throw chocolate.
The party went off without a hitch. Kids would come up to me and enthusiastically tell me about Mario games and I would nod and smile real big and act like I understood their excitement. But it was a very successful party, despite the fact that I don’t know much about Super Mario Brothers.
Bowzer, Master Big Hand, and Chain Chomper what? …they, huh?… yeah, awesome, buddy… here, have some chocolate.
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Sounds like a great party! Very creative.
I don’t know much about Super Mario Brothers, either. Except that funky song. I could hum that song for the rest of my life.
Comment by Leslie — June 4, 2007 @ 12:45 am