Guess who's almost four?
Last weekend, in addition to braving the Swedish Hellscape, we went to Party City to buy birthday crap for Henry. I know! We’re officially suburban. Except we also went there the year before. When you need to buy party paraphernalia for the small and easily impressed, the City of Parties is the swift, efficient, terrible option.
And we bought a pinata. I was opposed—is it not a bad idea to arm the children? And then once they’ve dealt many swift and violent blows, to reward them with a mountain of candy? It seems like a poor message—but Husband insisted, and as in all things, I surrendered. So now we have an empty Darth Vader head waiting in our closet, aching to be filled with sugary delights. Soon we will satisfy the Head, only to watch it get split in twain by crazed preschoolers.
Other than the Head, our plans for “Four! The Party” involve watching chocolate-coated children run shrieking about the room as the adults take cover and worry about the future of our already troubled nation. Also there will be Pin the Tail on the Donkey. Pray for us.










October 5, 2006
Reader Comments (67)
(But beating the crap out of Darth Vader? That's all good, right? Just don't ban any kids who object because you fear they are protecting their Master; their sadness might be empathy.)
Parents here tend to grab whatever stick they can find at the moment...I've seen kids slinging everything from baseball bats to splintery pieces of scrap wood to full-length broomsticks. And people here are surprisingly relaxed about the other kids' proximity to the weapon. And yet, to be honest, I've actually never seen a kid get beaned.
Anyway, things I've learned:
- No blindfolds. Kids that age probably wouldn't like them anyway.- Give some thought to the weapon. Go short. Very very short. You can even pad it by wrapping the stick with some foam rubber or a small towel or something, then wrapping the whole thing in electrical tape.- Pre-damage the piñata if you want but, here, once everyone's had a turn or when the piñata starts to lose it, a grownup calls a halt, takes the thing, and tears it open. Then they toss the candy out in various directions, covering the entire field of scrabbling greed.
And my own contribution: when you fill the Vaderhead, save a few handfulls of stuff for that kid that's left crying at the end.
My sister traced the birthday girl on a huge piece of paper and cut it out. Then they decorated it together and made sure that "she" had a big open mouth. Then they made purple "grapes" out of play-dough (easy to roll the little balls), and then each kid had to take turns being blindfolded and jamming the grapes in the mouth of the paper kid.
Four year olds love when food ends up where it shouldn't (such sophisticated, transgressive humour!), and they were all delighted and hysterical at the mess they made. Whoo hoo!
Have fun!!
I also vote for a candy-less pinata (even though it does remind me of my ex-boyfriend who used to hand out bullion cubes to trick-or-treaters). You could put small plastic toys in it. It wouldn't have to be full of shredded mini wheats or anything boring like that.
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You haven't lived until you see the gleeful faces of 10 little 4-yr-old GIRLS bashing the livng daylights out of My Little Pony.
The birthday girl? Not so amused.
Next party, pull the string on the pinata. And when I was a kid, everyone pulled at once. So, when it dropped we were all there to scavenge the spoils.
(1) Hitting is bad, and you will be pummeled with vegetables if you hit someone in the head with a stick, even if they are wearing a helmet and/or deserve it for being so evil.
(2) Darth Vader's head is filled with broccoli. That explains why he's so damn evil. And the bad acting. Noooooooooooooo!
"Heavenly father, bless this Mommy..."