I think we've discovered an all new form of birthday party torture.
Six-year-old karaoke party.
They should've provided earplugs. The kids had a blast, though. I was wishing I'd brought a flask.
Tonight is my friend Heather's birthday dinner along with the rest of the Badasses. There will be drinking involved, probably a taxi home, and maybe even some tattoos. Wish me luck.
I am thankful that my son seems to make friends easily. He came home this week to tell me about a kid who was snubbed on the playground, so Monkey Man and his buddy Q went over and said "we'll be your friends, come play with us." It made my heart sing.