Tragic Sandwich

I’m a big fan of how I grew up. And I’ve always imagined giving my children the kind of birthdays that I enjoyed when I was young.

But there are alternatives. Today we went to a party for one of Baguette’s friends, held at a local indoor playground. The adults got to talk while keeping an eye on the kids; the kids got to wander from toy to toy.

Also there was pizza. And cake. And coffee.

Baguette loved the slides, and the toddler-sized basketball hoop, and the little cars that rolled on tracks like tiny roller coaster, and her first trip into a bouncer. But none of those were her favorite. What was?

I think we may need to find her a ball-pit bed.