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yikes

Why is it that these lovely little angels who peer up through soft dewy eyelashes and politely say hello when accompanied by their parents, turn into absolute monsters as soon as they are left to their own devices? 10 of Dylans friends (yes, 10 x 5 yr olds - I am mad) attended his party this afternoon, and it was like World War 3 in our house for a non stop and very long 2 hours.

Fortunately we did have Checkers The Clown to entertain them for the most part; with a bouncy castle, a train, a roller coaster, face painting, balloons & a magic show (!) but they still required monitoring as they attempted to beat the living daylights out of each other whenever our backs were turned, or instead of staying in the basement where we wanted them, running riot over the entire house throwing cushions off couches and spilling drinks and cake everywhere. G's previous comments about D's friends - such as 'Oh so & so is such a lovely little boy' rapidly changed to 'Bloody Hell that child is a demon' and by the time they were all collected at 4pm we were both totally and absolutely wiped out.

Next year he has a party somewhere else other than at home, it's far too exhausting for words! He did enjoy it which is the main thing, but oh my it is tiring. One of the parents was saying she would never have her son's party at home, although her daughter's parties were girly and fine and involved doing hair and make up. After seeing a couple of the girls invited today sit nicely and eat daintily and not throw space hoppers at each other or push each other off the bouncy castle, this has made G all the more determined that this next baby is going to be a girl!