Traumatic Mexican Tradition
We were happy to be invited to the birthday party of our dear friends' daughter yesterday. A lovely afternoon at Carlos N Charlies with rambunctious preschoolers, a dancing chicken, a bouncy house, a piñata and some strawberry daiquiris (well, for this mami there were daiquiris). The kids and parents all had a great time, until cake time that is. Poor birthday girl! The tradition in Mexico is to smush the celebrants face in the cake after the requisite songs are sung. Our beautiful little three year old birthday girl didn't see it coming and got her whole face covered in frosting and promptly started to scream and cry. For a good twenty minutes, pobrecita princesa was traumatized! Before we left, her father asked her how she liked her party and she started to cry again saying "I don't like birthdays, no cake" and buried her sobbing face into her mother's shoulder. I think she'll be having dessert nightmares for a long time.
Max was not traumatized at all, he had a lovely time playing with all the girls and boys, and as you can see, there are no gender barriers about toys in our family, I'm pleased to introduce you to Princess Max of the Party....
Now we've got to start planning his party. It's not until April, but he's being very demanding about having "MI piñata y MI cake y MI pwessents" and he practices blowing out candles every chance he gets (we are not giving him fire or matches, really, he thinks crayons and pens and straws are candles and will sing Happy Birthday any chance he gets). Poor cat gets the worst of it around here though, he tries to practice his piñata whacking on her.