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I have had some stellar parenting moments with my kids to date* so I have been imagining the worst. But so far, so good. He still seems to be his lovely self; full of contradictions. But I do acknowledge that it is very early days.
He wanted to have a Harry Potter party to celebrate. Just like Cousin Maxi. Now if you know Sister B, you would not be going anywhere near a similar themed party. She does party-planning like no-one else I know. I'm not really all that with birthday celebrations (or any sort of celebrations if I am honest).
"How about a slumber party?" I innocently suggested. I was thinking a play at the park, take away dinner, a little Harry Potter movie, some pancakes for breakfast. Easy. No planning involved.
The idea was snapped up. A few phone calls were made and the slumber party had legs. The fact that each parent asked "Are you mad?" should have been deterred me. But it didn't. We awaited it with baited breath.
As the big day (Saturday) approached, I shopped for food, planned a couple of activities for the kids who were coming for the afternoon/evening** but not staying the night. Oh yes, my original "Just a couple of kids" grew to about 15. I was calm and ready.
Until the Geege informed me that he would be working.
Thank God for Sister B and the lovely K who stepped in and were a pair of Robins to my Batman.
So how did it go, you might ask? And what does this have to do with nipples? Well. It went to plan. It went swimmingly in fact. A busy afternoon and all asleep by 10:30ish. Only one boy woke during the night with a Harry-Potter-movie-inspired nightmare. There were no fights. My warning system*** seemed to work to keep the um, shall we say, boisterous boys in check.
But it was weird too. Generation Z en masse like that is a real eye opener. They speak differently than I remember we did as kids. They listen less to adults than I remember. They know what they want, and they aren't afraid to tell us what it is: "I only have honey on my pancakes".
It made me wonder what my kids are like with other adults.
It made me wonder if ,when asked to put a pajama top on because it is a cold night, my kids would respond with "Nipples aren't meant to be censored" or if they would just put their shirts on.
I like that this generation has (a small l) liberal world view. I think their generation will suffer far less prejudice than generations past. But really? Really? How does a person respond to that?
I highly recommend the slumber party. It is like watching a wild animal in its natural habitat. A real culture shock. But if you are going to go there, maybe avoid the seven year olds? I hear they can be revolting. They even scared the eggs out of our chickens****.
What is the most gob smacking thing a child has said to you?
* Smeared poo all over the cot coming to mind as a particularly painful memory.
** We did a treasure hunt and some team trivia. We didn't even make it to the park in the end. The cubby house, chickens and trampoline seemed to keep them occupied.
*** Ten warnings and then a call to the parents to come and pick you up. One boy got to nine, another to eight, but no-one went over.
**** We were greeted with three eggs this morning. Our first ever. Go you good things