Last Saturday, we celebrated Boonie's (my oldest son's) 11th birthday in grand boy fashion--video games, bionicle / lego table, pizza and pinata. And, as is tradition in our household, a Baskin Robbins ice cream cake. All twelve guests came in their Halloween costumes. Soda dressed as Buzz Lightyear (as seen in previous posts), the Horseman dressed as a Knight and Boonie, a pirate. Now Boonie is a social guy who has friends that are both on and off the autism spectrum. One of his dear friends, Frank, who happens to be on the spectrum dressed in an amazingly accurate...
Episode IV Darth Vader costume. We had a ninja, a Luigi (Super Mario Bros.), a sparkle witch, a yoshi, a Mario (both from Super Mario Bros.), a wizard, a ghoul with a pump that made red liquid drip down the mask in a disturbingly realistic way and a USC football player. So the party progressed. We played video games, we built bionicles, we had faux Kung Fu battles on the lawn (ie. Luigi v. Ghoul, etc.), we put our hands in bowls of eye balls (peeled grapes) and brains (slimy spaghetti), and we whacked a Frankenstein pinata till the candy fell out and it was around the table...
feasting on Dominoes pepperoni pizza and bat blood (Hawaiian Punch, above), that Grandma Sung arrived. We announced, "Hey, everyone, this is Grandma Sung!"
Then, from across the room, before Grandmas Sung even had a chance to sit down or sample bat blood or set her purse down, Darth Vader demanded, "Where is your husband?!"
And my eleven-year-old Captain Hook slash Jack Sparrow answered, "He died of a heart attack Frank."
"Oh," said Darth and the party grooved on right past marriage and death over pepperoni pizza and Hawaiian Punch and onto "Happy Birthday to you" and ice cream cake!
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