Look at my precious little baby…..11 years ago on Thanksgiving Day (which happened to be November 27th) I got this little guy….
And this year on November 27th (also Thanksgiving- he’s had 3 Turkey Birthdays so far) he turned 11. ELEVEN. I do not understand how that happened. I mean, I do- so if one of you says “well, every year the world turns” or something, I’m going to give you a Facebook eye roll and we’re not friends anymore….but 11…wow. We have less years left with him than he is old. It’s crazy.
Anyway. I digress.
So. Birthday parties change every year for your child. At first it’s just everyone cooing while they look confused and smash frosting everywhere, then it’s whatever character obsession they have, maybe one year you turn your townhouse into Hogwarts, whatever. But one year, and this year was it for us, they’re getting too “cool” for you to decorate things.
Oh. Okay. Let me just go un-Pinterest a few things and have a cry….
And when that happens (or before) you should call Game Truck. Riley (that would be the 11 year old) wanted to do something fun with his friends, but didn’t want me to decorate or theme anything. I was permitted a few balloons in green and blue, but just a few and only by the cake, which was to be an ice cream cake with no weird anything on it.
Anyhow, the Game Truck was amazing, and despite not being allowed to decorate anything, it’s my new favorite type of party and here’s why:
Here is the Game Truck. It fit nicely in my driveway, and the people who drive these suckers are totally amazing- I can’t back my minivan in without bumping either our basketball hoop or the light- but he whipped this puppy in like it was nothing.
Inside the truck, there are flat screens attached to every gaming system I’ve ever heard of. There was Xbox and Wii and….and some other one, but y’all when it comes to video games I really just don’t care, so suffice it to say all the kids were thrilled. (PS3…it was PS3)
There’s a wall with all the available games on it. When the Game Truck arrived, I went out and pulled down anything I didn’t want offered- which in our case was based on rating. We kept it to E10 and under based on our guest list and the fact that I’m mean. Nobody seemed to mind.