Amy has been working hard to prepare for this birthday party. Dylan has chosen SpongeBob for the theme. So friday night Amy is getting the last few items to make a SpongeBob cake for the party. In the cake / craft store Dylan sees a princess cake and declares he wants one. I explain to Dylan that he only gets one cake (expecting him to choose SpongeBob). He joyfully exclaims he would like a princess cake. I ask him again if you only get one cake, which one he would like. Answer: princess cake. So, other attempts at indirect reasoning with the boy have the same result. So finally, I just tell him that he is getting a SpongeBob cake. At this point in the conversation I am expecting some diagreement, emotion, or even a holy fit. The Big D just looks at us and says, Ok.
The party goes off without a hitch. We did a few things differently this year. We kept the guest list low, kept everything simple, we fed all party goers with about fifty dollars worth of food and mainly did not get in over our heads with preparations. It was great. I don't think we will be able to get away with it next year.
