Apr 04 2011
Cotton Candy, Ponies, and the Mad House
One of Gabe’s classmates sure knows how to throw a party. Whole families were invited and there were ponies to ride, animals to pet (the baby goat was the cutest), an obstacle course bouncy, a regular bouncy castle, a trampoline, a pinata for the little kids, a pinata for the big kids, a limbo pole, food, cake, and cotton candy. Gabe and Zeke thought they had gone to the fair.
The obstacle course bouncy, filled with swarms of 5th graders, turned into what Gabe termed “the mad house.” It was full of pushing, shoving and dog piles of children. Unfortunately for Zeke, he was caught underneath one of those giant piles. He managed to escape without injury and I suggested to him that he might want to spend more time in the other bouncy castle with the smaller kids. One of the Dads at the table seconded my suggestion. Telling Zeke, “You don’t want (my son) to fall on you, because there is A LOT of (my son). Zeke laughed and ran off.
Gabe’s class’ ability to quickly unite against a common enemy, and just as quickly fall back to fighting and arguing amongst themselves when they get bored is quite amusing to watch. The boys versus girls stance has been fairly solid throughout their last four years together, but Gabe is now watching with surprise as the girls block is dissolving into petty feuds. The boys just punch, push, and wrestle each other when irritated. Then it’s all over, and they are fast friends again.
When we got home from the party, Gabe informed me of all the latest news. “(Two girls) who used to be best friends, aren’t even talking to each other. (One girl) called (her long time friend) a brat. I don’t get it,” he remarked.
No. Boys never do.
