A wise woman once told me that a house filled with preschool aged girls is akin to a NASCAR event, with children running laps until they are sweating (yet they never crash…except into mirrors).
Unfortunately, that wise woman did not bestow that wisdom upon me until five minutes prior to eight school-aged girls arriving and immediately converging into an Olympic style event that involved running, running, running…and not stopping. Ever.
Erma’s art-themed birthday party was 5% art, 5% cake and apple juice refills, and 90% tempest.
Erma said it was the best party she had ever had.
Next year in Jerusalem. Or the gymnastics studio or Clay Your Way or the zoo or…anywhere but here.