So, this just happened:
Me: “It’s almost April! We should start to think about baby’s 2nd birthday party. What should we do?”
Husband: “How about a 20’s flapper party?”
Me: “I LOVE it! What do we do? You know, besides dress as flappers?”
Husband: “Hmmm….How about a Pirates v. Ninjas party?”
Me: “No.”
Husband: “Spy party?”
Me: “Absolutely not.”
Husband: “We could do a ‘Legends of Formula 1 Racing’ party! That could be pretty cool!”
Me: “I don’t think we’re on the right track.”
(author’s note: Pun intended. I know.)
Husband: “Didn’t we have this conversation before?”
And he’s right. . He’s totally right.
And so, we continued:
Me: “I’m serious, though. Do you have any real ideas?”
Husband: “You didn’t like the Formula 1 idea?”
(author’s note: He was totally serious.)
Me: “Well, she loves music. How about something Rock ‘N Roll?
Husband: “Perfect. And we will set up a little area to the side where they can just trash everything, like they’re trashing a hotel room. And we can set up mini vodka bottles and fill them with water and pill bottles and fill them with pez so they can pretend to party like rock stars. This is great.”
Ahhh. So close.
Yet so
so
so
far.