O had a great party yesterday. Nobody cried. The cake Mommy made was delicious. Dad was attacked in the street by seven children with marshmallow shooters. When the shooters ran out of ammo, the kids balled up the 'mallows and pelted Dad with them repeatedly. Apparently no photographs were taken of this, probably to keep the kids out of juvey.
This morning, O was recovering nicely from all the excitement, using the Wii/electronic opiate in the 10 minute window Mommy wasn't on it. Users of the Wii will recognize the trance-like state of semi-alertness marked by intense focus on the game but little interaction with other stimuli.
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