Go to Chuck E Cheese and have cake.

Come home and play on the Wii with friends.

Go back to Chuck E Cheese and have more cake.

Come home and play on the Wii some more.

Go to the park and have a pinata.

Come home and have a triple sleepover (that’s 3 nights in a row…)

So, we made it to Chuck E Cheese, he played on the Wii with friends, he went to the park, he had cake. He even got to open presents, blow out candles and hang out at daddy’s office! We’ll do the pinata when we have a party in a couple weeks. Not bad!

But I have to admit I begged him not to turn 6. 6 is such a turning point. You’re not a little boy anymore. There’s not a trace of baby fat left. (Not that these kids ever had much of that.) You’re just a boy, well on your way toward awkward teeth, violent video games and less cuddling with mommy. *sigh*

He thought my begging was very funny and refused to accomodate me. I think he is quite pleased to be 6!