Being Six!

Alexander wanted to have a party at "Golfland" near where Dena grew up. Wow! A party somewhere other than our house! (We were only too pleased.)

By all accounts it went very well from Alexander's perpective. He out and out enjoyed it.

From my prespective, there was cheating, foul play, poor sportsmanship, children in tears and amazing luck that nobody on the course wound up with a ball or club stuck in their head (and it sure did come close). Managing that was just grrreeeat!

Such is the behaviour of 6 yearolds. I wonder what 7 yearolds want for their birthday?

I dripped through the event and sighed with relief when we ended up at Andale's for a late lunch where the wonderful spicy pozole soup made me sweat even more and feel better for a while.