Oh No, What Happened?

Claire's birthday party was a blast. Aside from the constant, deafening maelstrom that is 6 children under 4 years old, a good time was had by all. The most fun were the balloons. All the kids spent the last hour bouncing balloons off of each others' heads.

We also had a pinata. There were couple of oversights in the pinata department. One, the pinata was made of kevlar or something, because 3-year-olds with Grover arms didn't put a dent in it. Two, we didn't take into account that most children under 3 don't understand that a pinata is a candy delivery device. They saw it as a little green dinosaur that didn't deserve such treatment.

After I had to finish it off with a few judicious whacks, several of them didn't understand why I had to brutally beat the small dinosaur to death. One guest, Jack (2 years old) exclaimed as the candy and toys exploded out of the carnage, "Oh no! What happened?" He later remarked that I was, "...a bad man".

I guess you go to a party with the pinata you have, not the pinata you wish you had...