Crimes, misdemeanors, and other adventures in suburbia
Monday, May 6, 2013
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE PROFESSOR!
My son's birthday weekend always coincides with the Kentucky Derby. Between that event and memories of his second birthday when we took him to the Kentucky Horse Park and he "rode" through the place on a stick horse named Mushroom, he is forever linked in a section of my brain with all things equine. While Orb was crossing the finishing line this past Saturday, The Professor was upstairs playing World of Warcraft, one of his presents.
His party was a simple one this year. We held it on a Friday night so he'd have the whole weekend to indulge in his new video games. He didn't care about having dinner as part of the party and merely requested a hamburger shaped cake made by Cincinnati's Servatti bakery. As I had predicted to my mother, he ripped open his two presents and his two cards filled with cash and quickly disappeared to his room, not even having a slice of his own cake. No fancy decorations with matching plates, cups, and hats. For the first time he didn't request a theme to his party. I recycled a generic Happy Birthday centerpiece, hung some gold streamers, and made a couple dangling decorations with pictures I procured from the Internet involving his current favorite movie, Killer Klowns from Outer Space. Much to Foghorn's dismay, there were no gift bags.
I guess this just another thing I have to get used to with my now 14 year old son (along with looking up at him when standing by his side and adjusting to his voice sounding more like Barry White's each day). I have to wonder if I'm a few short years from when he'll want only cash, plus the keys to the car for the evening.
I hate to break it to him. We're having cake whether he's home or not.