Kidlet has gotten just old enough the last two years to think that birthday parties are embarrassing. This is probably the fault of the spousal unit and I, who have gotten to the ripe-old age of “can’t be bothered to celebrate having to scroll one more line down searching for our birth year.” And it gets expensive. Three years ago, we spent some $300 having a birthday party at a bowling alley for ten kids. It was a great experience, but I left the bowling alley after juggling ten six year olds for 2.5 hours with a thousand-yard stare.
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