... and then you find the invite rolled up inside.
Owen wanted a ninja party, but the thought of a dozen PreK-ers trapped inside my house karate chopping and nunchucking each other terrified me. So I pitched the balloon idea and he liked it. (He's going to be a ninja for Halloween, just so you don't think I'm a complete fuddy.)
I found a wholesale site and purchased 1500 balloons. Don't show you're face around here next week unless you want to be put to work using a balloon pump!
Here's what Owen looks like today, with a 102+ fever and tummy ache. I coordinated his barf bucket with his t-shirt. Rest and get well sweet boy, good times are around the corner!