He was excited for the party and had a great time with the moon bounce, play house and swingset in his friend's backyard. The only Hannah Montana items were some paper goods.
When we got home, I commented on how nice it was that his friend invited him to her party and that I was glad he had fun and that he better make sure not to leave that favor bag on the living room floor.
His response was, "It was fun but it wasn't a rockin' party. The invitation said, 'You're invited to a rockin' party' but it wasn't rockin'."
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I hope the birthday child's poor, beleaguered mother isn't a reader of your blog. She probably just put her swollen feet up on an ottoman, took two tylenol, and relaxed to read her favorite blog and find out that her party was not, after all, a rockin' one.
Ask Kevin what would have made it a rockin' one! I'm curious.
Kevin says he thought a "rockin' party" would be one during which he could pretend to play a guitar or drums and sing rock music. You know, be a rock star.
You should see his air guitar and singing ability during the "What's New Scooby-Doo" opening song. He's very talented.
I think he's going to need to stick to the Sitnick parties for such activities!
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