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Partying with Picasso
Children’s birthday parties. They secretly fill me with dread. We receive an invitation and I’m all “Ooh, thank you very much! FP will love that! Of course we can come!” but, inside, I’m dreading that there will be over-excited children and food everywhere. There might be mess and shouting and boisterous activities…
I do take FP to parties, though, despite my instinct to run away decline politely. I realise that I have to relax and let my daughter have the party experience. So far, I’ve been pleasantly surprised.
This weekend, we went to an excellent party. The blueprint for future three-year-old birthday bashes, I hope. There was playing, relaxing, dancing, games and food. Nobody was too messy, loud or boisterous and we all had a great time.
The highlight, for me, was a “pin the tail on the donkey” equivalent. I think this version could best be called, “pin the features on the daddy” although it wasn’t pinning, it was blutak and it wasn’t actually onto the daddy, just onto a picture of the daddy. (Come to think of it, pinning the features onto the actual daddy might have been a hilarious game. But I digress).
The hostess had drawn a picture of the birthday girl’s daddy, with certain features missing. Party-goers had to wear a blindfold (in theory) and attach daddy’s nose, ears, eyebrows etc. Bear in mind that the party-goers were all around three years old.
The first contestant wore the blindfold and positioned daddy’s moustache in mid-air above his head. When she took the blindfold off and saw what she had done, she was most anxious to correct her mistake and insisted on repositioning the moustache. Between his eyes.
Subsequent contestants did not want to wear the blindfold at all. Never mind: the lack of blindfolding did not detract from the amusement – if anything, it added to it. Even with a fully functioning sense of sight, the three-year-olds found it impossible to stick any of daddy’s features in the right place. Ears were where his nose should be, glasses were nowhere near the eyes and I saw FP earnestly positioning a bow-tie on his chin.
I don’t know what the children made of that particular game. Each child took their turn with utmost concentration and care. I don’t think they understood the humour but that didn’t matter.
The result was a piece of artwork that resembled a Picasso, with features incongruous and askew. The children seemed unconcerned about their wildly inaccurate representation of the hapless host. It was an artist’s impression of a man whose party you might think twice about attending.
“An invitation! How lovely! But oh dear – we’re terribly busy that day.” Run away!
Image from Flickr