When Ben and I asked him where he wanted his party this year, we were not prepared for his answer of home. But we gamely hired a magician, took him on a half-assed trip to Party City for a million mismatched party accessories, and made all the food he and his girlfriend (yep) requested.
We sort of assumed the worst, but it turned out to be really fun and not at all stressful, mainly because Ben's parents came in for the day to help wrangle and we did not Pinterest one single thing.
If it were really the 80s, the kids who rode their bikes would not have had helmets and parent escorts, and we would have served Kool-Aid not organic juice with only 5 grams of sugar per serving. But still, we had pin the tail on the donkey, hot potato, a magician, a pinata, and a silly-looking homemade cake.
I remember awkward parties in the preschool years where parents all stayed around and mingled because we couldn't leave our snowflakes. but in elementary school? Parents don't even come to a complete stop before thrusting their kids out of the car and waving through the rolled-up window. Sigh.
In this picture, Jack is leaning in to kiss his girlfriend: