You know when your five-year-old asks in her prayers that her magical enchanted unicorn birthday party will go exactly as she hopes, that she has something magnificent in mind. And that is serious pressure.
Hold everything! When we walked in the door the entire display of all things “Hawaiian luau” were swarming us.
“I know what I want!” she screamed—literally. “I’m going to have a Tiki party!”
Now, knowing the fickle mind of a young girl, I put off planning anything, figuring she would change her mind to the mystical pony or haunted castle or some other theme probably six times before the final party day. But she didn’t. Tiki party it was.
“What exactly is a Tiki party?” you might ask yourself. Well, so did I. I gathered real tikis we had collected from various vacations, had my sons design posters of tikis, got out the limbo stick and hula skirts, had straw hats and tiki torches—yeah, I was feeling rather proud of my efforts, even rivaling my sisters’ skills in party planning.
But, as it turned out, the real piece de resistance was simply a giant orange flower piñata.
So, when it came down to it, I think I could have thrown out a few dried snake skins and stinky gym socks, and she’d have been completely satisfied, as long as we had the fabulous piñata (of which, of course, I have no photos—picture the Mystery Machine’s floral decals, and you’ve pretty much got the piñata).
I should have known—friends, swinging a big stick, and loads and loads of candy make any party a success. Remind me of this next time I try to knock myself out trying to put together a birthday bash!
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