This is one of those years when we lost our sanity and invited everybody Michael knows, or has met, or has seen from across a street somewhere. Thankfully, these days parents can relieve themselves of the burden of organizing clever games to entertain a score of restless pre-kindergartners by ordering a jumphouse. A portable amusement park that we did not have as kids, the state of the art of bounce houses has advanced significantly in the five years since we had one of these kinds of parties for Kelly (after which we vowed never to do it again. Short memories.). Whereas Kelly's bounce house was a basic square, Michael's had a main bounce area, with an interior ladder that led to an exterior slide. Very slick, and amazingly effective at keeping a whole bunch of small children occupied for more than an hour.
(The weird light is due to the large quantity of smoke in the air from our regional fires.)
Then a quick stop for pizza and cake before more bouncing. No untoward reappearances of dinner were reported.
After everyone left (and left Michael's loot), it was family time for opening presents. The force was clearly with Michael this year.
And for a final demonstration at how much the big media companies control us, here is Michael, courtesy of Disney, Warner Bros. and 20th Century Fox:
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