Remember how I wasn’t allowed (by my five year old) to do cupcakes because that “was Grace’s birthday treat”? Well, I decided to go with donut holes and everyone got five. . . ’cause Bubba is five. Scrabble tiles were the letter choice for the morning. Cutesy Cutesy Cutesy!!!
We took water too. The teacher immediately said that I wasn’t responsible for drinks, but I told her it was part of the party package:
For the afternoon class we went with the letter theme still again. Scrabble Cheezits + Alphabits + raisins = our own party mix.
Bubba barely ate dinner that night. Can you fault him?