BRT’s 6th birthday party was tonight, and a wonderful time was had by all, especially those fond of dinosaurs, bugs, and anything you can bounce or hit with a stick.
BRT is my first and favorite nephew, a distinction I will publicize until the second nephew can understand it enough that I’ll have to stop out of political correctness. But I well recall the day BRT first showed up, and how life has been much more fun (and more loud) ever since.
His mom organized a beautiful dino-themed party with dino balloons, tablecloth, paper plates, and the most ornate tropical cake I have ever seen, topped with dinosaur figures that made scary growling sounds while their mouths glowed with red flame (well, tiny light bulbs). Is there anything more beautiful to a 6-year-old boy?
BRT got a bug vacuum (I am not kidding about this), a gross of stickers (mostly dinosaur-themed), a disposable camera, and the coup de grace: a White Sox jersey with his name on it. I am relieved that he seemed pleased with my offering: a dry-erase board with scented markers.
Yes, many aunts would buy their gifts at Toys-R-Us; I bought his at Office Depot.