I was a handful as a kid. I remember my Mom, in frustration, saying to me, “I hope you have TWINS just like you!” I knew this was bad even then. Even as a little kid I thought, “Uh oh.”
I have a vivid memory when I was about 6-years-old, (and I don’t have many) deciding one day that I really wanted some toys. I worked out that I could get the toys I wanted if people gave me presents. How do you get presents? You have a party.
I found some left-over birthday party invitations in my Mom’s room and filled them out. I was careful to include the most important information on the invitation:
As an adult, I’m impressed that I figured out enough to pick a Saturday and write the same information on all the invitations and hand out the invitations at school the next day. I did all this and managed not to tip off Mom.
Boy was she surprised when kids started showing up for the party.
I was delighted. Bless my Mom’s heart, I don’t remember her embarrassing me by telling anyone what I had done. Of course, it is entirely possible that nothing embarrassed me at that age. She and a neighbor friend of hers just pulled together some punch and treats and I guess I got to have my party.
I don’t remember anything about the gifts which is what started the whole thing. I’m fairly certain I didn’t get to keep any because Mom would never have let me get away with that but I must have had a good time because I only have pleasant memories of that party.
I have stopped specifying that people should give me presents on invitations but don’t worry, a leopard can’t change her spots entirely. I’m still bossy.