Another Sunday, another kid's birthday. This Sunday, it was Birt, Willie and Kak's boy. I'm not much in the mood for a complete narrative of the goings on, and perchance neither are you. Therefore this will be a photo-intense post:
There were breast-shaped balloons. They were supposed to be chicks (and were shaped that way before inflation), but as you can see, they inflate to something quite different.
The girls went to work immediately in the kitchen.
The cavemen worked on starting a fire.
My three oldest and best friends in Thailand, Rick, Willie, and Gene.
The birthday boy.
The party started at 2:00 p.m. and ended at 6:00 p.m. So what time did Birt's mother schedule the ice-cream cake to be delivered? 7:00 p.m., of course.
There were breast-shaped balloons. They were supposed to be chicks (and were shaped that way before inflation), but as you can see, they inflate to something quite different.
The girls went to work immediately in the kitchen.
The cavemen worked on starting a fire.
My three oldest and best friends in Thailand, Rick, Willie, and Gene.
The birthday boy.
The party started at 2:00 p.m. and ended at 6:00 p.m. So what time did Birt's mother schedule the ice-cream cake to be delivered? 7:00 p.m., of course.
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