Yesterday, right smack dab in the middle of our first snowstorm of the season, seven little boys descended upon my home. They were expecting a party. So I obliged.
I handed everyone a long skinny balloon "light saber" and set them lose on each other. Easiest party ever (though I think my hearing has suffered irreparable damage). The boys had a blast, I wasn't stressed, and Mayo...
Well, Mayo may not have enjoyed it as much as the rest of us. She just can't understand why I don't control those puppies like [she thinks] I should!
I think I redeemed myself a tad when the seven little boys left and I asked her to clean up the floor under the cake table.