We celebrated Zoe’s birthday last weekend with a small party (just family) and her favorite friend. You know, the friend that broke her tooth off the last time she spent the night with us. They wanted to have a pinata and I agreed. I agreed but refused to let them use a blindfold and the whole “spin me around until I am really dizzy and hand me a bat!” because I’m pretty sure the my-kid-hit-your-kid-in-the-face-with-a-bat phone call is a lot more awkward than the your-kid-fell-on-my-coffee-table-and-broke-her-tooth-omg-it-was-an-accident phone call and I really don’t want to find out.

Jeff rigged the pinata up in the backyard and the girls ran in to tell me it was go time. I told them I had to grab my camera and I would be right there.

I walk outside to this and scream “DO NOT SWING THAT BAT! HER FACE!”

Zoe ensured me she was just “checking” to see if she was close enough and she wasn’t really going to swing. Jeff was explaining the rules to them, i.e. take turns and please don’t swing when anyone is around you.

I think my warning is much more clear.

Troy decided to get in on the action.

Much to the children’s delight, his guts were starting to spill out.

And then Zoe stepped up for the win.

No children or their teeth were harmed in making of this blog post.

Condolences to the pinata.