Gladiators ready? Erm.... actually no.

I have learnt lots today.
I have learnt that I do not enjoy being in the same room as 23 six year old boys, high on gladiator games and party food.
I have learnt that it's more complicated than I thought to give the right food to the nut-allergy-kid and spot the right moment to give the inhaler to the asthmatic one.... (I learnt pretty quickly it's when they seem unable to breath very well)
I have learnt that they are not bothered about pass the parcel as it doesn't involve running/jumping/racing.
I have learnt that it is a very silly idea to provide them water pistols as a going home gift (my stance against party bags).... I got desperate in the last 10 minutes and gave them out early and then seriously wanted to gladiator body slam a few of them for aiming straight in my eye/hair.
I have learnt that Cole tends to spit quite a lot whilst blowing out candles.... no thanks, don't fancy the cake.
I have learnt that coming home from party with only a few children and some ace parents who bring vodka, wine and a handsome husband who makes amazing spicy chicken helps tremendously.
Although it is not sensible to go on trampoline with children after consuming vodka and spicy chicken.

One of my favourite moments was watching Cole join the end of a line of girls running through our house shouting about being excited.... Cole jumped up, joined the line, ran through the house with great enthusiasm shouting: "What are we excited about?!"
Who the hell knows babe?
Happy Birthday My Sweet Funny Gorgeous Boy Who Is Six