The boys and I went to Kaden’s 4th birthday party today. Drake spent most of the party upstairs in the play room (train coma!). I went upstairs to get him. “Drake, they have a piñata.”
“OH MY GOODNESS!”
He frantically tried to turn off the remote controlled train and rushed downstairs. He ever so patiently waited his turn. I laughed so hard as he was swinging the stick. I forget that he’s never really swung a baseball bat. He did connect with the piñata, but it was with the strength of a fly into an elephant. Not much impact. He was far more excited to gather the spoils once the piñata was burst open.
I distinctly recall a birthday party at Chrissy DeMarco’s house. I was able to peek out of the blindfold, so I could tell where the piñata was. I hit that thing so hard that candy flew into the farthest corners of the garage. Good times.
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