We're off to celebrate the sixth birthday of the younger Smurf today. As I
mentioned last night, our gift plans were a little up-ended when we were told he
may no longer remember how desperately he desired the pair of sneakers with the
flashing lights we were to get him. The alternative that was suggested was a
plant, which fails about every fun kid's gift litmus test I can conjure, at
which point a skating-themed toy called Tech Dudes was proposed, so we've
conjured up a gift certificate entitling him to a choice of the sneakers or some
Tech Dudes. Funny thing is, we're going through all this effort fairly conscious
that it's unnecessary, years from now he probably wouldn't be able to recall
which gift he got, even if it was the plant. Oh well, the party involves riding
a steroidal variant on New York's classic Circle Line called
The Beast,
which sounds memorable enough to make an occasion of it. Apparently not all
adults were willing to sign on for this, but naturally MrsBlue and I are not
planning on missing that.
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