Proof of the Pudding

The Diary of a Not So Ordinary Boy

I took Sam to a birthday party the other day.  At one time, back when he was in the Infants, birthday parties (usually discos) were ten a penny.  Hardly a month went by when he wasn’t invited to some sort of ‘do’ where he would spend a couple of hours clinging to my leg, only to venture away in the last five minutes or so.  These days, though, the parties are few and far between.  It’s partly because his current school is so much smaller; with nine children in the class, the opportunity for birthday celebration is considerably reduced, so there was much excitement when the invitation came home, and even more when the Big Day arrived.

These days we don’t go to parties in other people’s houses.  I say ‘we’ because the times I left him on his own were few and far between.  Once he decided to play…

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