Oh Lord Jesus we're lucky there wasn't a fire...
Six little boys rampaging through our house with nerf swords, dart guns, and 7 year old energy levels fueled by Chickin Nuggets, Fries, Coca-Cola and Cupcakes about took Katie and I to the threshold of Hell.
Welcome to Simon's Seventh Birthday Party:
Two sets of monster cupcakes: One for School and one for the Party.
Presents at Six-Thirty in the morning before work and school.
And then six wild children. Two of our own times four more = 4 sugar rush hours of chaos.
Seven candles on these cupcakes, Folks.
That's a good bit of 1st grade fire.
He blew them out with a couple of hacking huffs and puffs. Then the boys ate their fill and continued with their rampant destruction of the basement, the stairs, the living room, and Simon's room. Thankfully all their parents showed up to pick them up. More than one knew to ask if everyone was still alive and if they needed to pay for any damages. We lied and said it wasn't "that bad."
The Threshold of Hell, everyone....the Threshold of Hell.
But Simon had a great birthday and that was what it was all about.
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