“I’m supposed to have friends over for a party tomorrow,” my son tells me.
This is news to me.
“What kind of a party?”
“A big one. With a big box full of animals.”
Images of cock fights flash through my brain. And then I realize it’s more likely to be plastic dinosaurs, the animals from his Little People sets, and a few stuffies.
“And a big box of snakes,” he adds. “Would you like a big box of snakes?”
I’m not sure what the right answer to this question is, so I go with the simple, straightforward and honest approach.
“No.”
He seems unfazed by this. Meanwhile, I am grateful my son is three and not 16.
“It will be the biggest party ever and we’ll have party hats.”
Grateful for many reasons – because he is not bringing weird animals into my house, because he couldn’t access a box of snakes if he wanted to, but mostly because he’s old enough to want a party but young enough to appreciate the whimsy of party hats.
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