The Birthday Party From Hell
When bad memories become the best family lore
In the “before” photo, my daughter is standing in front of a lovingly decorated table, a birthday hat perched upon her head. Seven other second-grade girls are due to arrive any moment, and her anticipation is palpable. The house is clean, the snacks are ready, the balloons are bobbing about on our front porch.
Yes folks, there is a party about to start, and oh what a party it will be.
There is no “before” photo of the parents, or of the aunt who has flown in to help. If there were, we might look a bit less excited, a bit more trepidatious. The day before, we were under the impression that two of the seven girls would be spending the night. After school, our daughter said she had good news! All seven girls now wanted to sleep over!
My daughter is nothing if not persuasive.
This news was followed by a flurry of parental text messages. We acquiesced somewhat grudgingly because it was our daughter’s big day and she was so excited about her very first sleepover. Plus, we reasoned, we had three adults in the house and a small army of parents ready to be deployed at any hour of the night if any children desperately needed to go home.
What could go wrong?
