30 Little Bandits and a Snake Trainer
It is a great fun to be the only single, childless person at my 5 year old friends’ son birthday party...
Screaming kids chasing each other in the loop of out of the patio door-and out up thru the grass area-thru kitchen sliding door-up the stairs in to the living room- and out of the door again are fun to watch. Especially if they are not yours, no nerve-grapping feelings of something might about to happen to my kid, neither getting grey hair over herd of kids jumping on my new sofa as it is not my house.
After first five times of someone asking me which one is mine, or how many kids ,I have I consider to just point at random one and came up with some ridiculous name, but I passed with a smile. After all I was the only exception from the crowd of parents and it made me fell sort of, kind of specialJ
And I could also bailout of any diaper or eating disorder discussion without assaulting anyone.
Who knows me well is aware that I am scared of snakes or better said I do respect them into an account of avoiding them in any cost, but my friend's oldest son is obsessed with them and there comes the clash of the titans :)
Marre's birthday attraction was professional snake trainer and was about to show up when I decided I will just gonna go with it if all the toddlers, hobbits and little taller hobbits can handle it then I can do too. And there he goes pulling out of his bags one snake after other, walking around, talking about them and let the kids touch them. And as they gladly did I sometimes felt sorry for the snakes as they were just simply squeezing and pulling the tails and handling it like a piece of LEGO. Kids do not have fear as I do and are a lot more curious then we adults are.
After all the running screaming bandits and the hated snakes just all felt alright and in a place. Hanging out with the Czecho-Slovakian parents afterwards was a nice treat as well. And remembering the kids carrying the snakes as their necklaces makes me wonder if I ever will have to throw a snake trainer party for my own kids one day.
Everything has a time and place and we shall see:)
Screaming kids chasing each other in the loop of out of the patio door-and out up thru the grass area-thru kitchen sliding door-up the stairs in to the living room- and out of the door again are fun to watch. Especially if they are not yours, no nerve-grapping feelings of something might about to happen to my kid, neither getting grey hair over herd of kids jumping on my new sofa as it is not my house.
After first five times of someone asking me which one is mine, or how many kids ,I have I consider to just point at random one and came up with some ridiculous name, but I passed with a smile. After all I was the only exception from the crowd of parents and it made me fell sort of, kind of specialJ
And I could also bailout of any diaper or eating disorder discussion without assaulting anyone.
Who knows me well is aware that I am scared of snakes or better said I do respect them into an account of avoiding them in any cost, but my friend's oldest son is obsessed with them and there comes the clash of the titans :)
Marre's birthday attraction was professional snake trainer and was about to show up when I decided I will just gonna go with it if all the toddlers, hobbits and little taller hobbits can handle it then I can do too. And there he goes pulling out of his bags one snake after other, walking around, talking about them and let the kids touch them. And as they gladly did I sometimes felt sorry for the snakes as they were just simply squeezing and pulling the tails and handling it like a piece of LEGO. Kids do not have fear as I do and are a lot more curious then we adults are.
After all the running screaming bandits and the hated snakes just all felt alright and in a place. Hanging out with the Czecho-Slovakian parents afterwards was a nice treat as well. And remembering the kids carrying the snakes as their necklaces makes me wonder if I ever will have to throw a snake trainer party for my own kids one day.
Everything has a time and place and we shall see:)
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