Party On
P-Ziddy had a birthday party for his little kiddo. Here are few samples of the fun that was had...
No sleep 'till Brooklyn

When Kiddo came to Gramma for a hug, Gramma was ready. "I heard you stayed up very late last night," Gramma said. Kiddo nodded guiltily. "I was tryin' to go to sleep," she fibbed.
Gramma nearly fell out of her chair laughing at the audacity of that one.
A cryin' shame

A little old lady came up to the pair. She coo'd at the screaming boy. "Let me get a picture of you crying with Grampa, OK?"
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Surprise me

"Aw," I said as she skipped away. "That was a lot sweeter than this one is going to be."
Metacow looked very confused for a second. Then, he was outright horrified as I shouted "SURPRISE HUG!" and lept at him.
I'm not sure which one of us was more injured in the melee that followed. It was totally worth it, though. Metacow's a passionate hugger.
Basket Case

"Well," I commented, "If he puts on 2 or 3 more of those and paints them black, he could pass as an Oakland Raiders fan."
The boy was chasing some other kids around the yard. He put his hand to his head so the pointy top of the hat was facing forward. He shouted, "I'm a unicorn!!!"
Metacow was impressed. "Wow. I wish I was a mythical creature."
"You're not?", I countered.
In the meantime, the boy had already found a new use for his wrist-hat. He pointed it at the kids he was chasing. "It's a rainbow gun! Pew! Pew!"
I'm not exactly sure what a Rainbow Gun is, but I think I want one. It sounds mighty.
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