I'm beginning to think my son doesn't party very well.
My cousin's little boy had his 6th birthday party today. They had a lady come in with some animals and she told the kids all about them and let the kids pet them. It was neat. Except Luke didn't want any part of it. He wanted to get out the front door.
It seems that another friend might have had some troubles too.
After the animal show (which we ended up missing because someone had to leave the room due to screaming. We went back to color.) it was time for cake. Mmmmm! Someone didn't want to cooperate with that either. What is it with him and doors?
Finally I coaxed him to sit with me by giving him a juice box.
And a cookie.
Then he realized that all the big kids were eating their cake at the table. So what does he want to do? Eat at the table. No need for Momma anymore. Actually, this was the first time I've seen him really care about doing something that other kids were doing, ever. I was really surprised!
But then all the big kids finished and moved into the living room to open presents.
Except my little friend.
He was still eating.
On a different note, last night the three of us went out to dinner with Mom, Dad, and Ashley to celebrate the fact that Ashley past her state board tests and is officially an RN! She found out yesterday morning and Mom got on top of planning a congratulatory dinner. It was suuuuuuuuuuper yummy. We had calamari for an appetizer, and before I could stop Luke he dove right in. Can you believe a 2 year old eating that? He did alright. But by the time he got to the third piece he realized how chewy it was, so he spit it out in Cody's hand and was done with it. It was a classy move at a classy place.