If you had told me that one day I would be sitting in Southeast Asia ordering a unicorn piñata for delivery from the United States, I never would have believed it. But if you told me that I might one day see a group of small children beat the crap out of an effigy of a soldier it would seem plausible. I am from Berkeley, after all.
The last birthday party we attended had an Army piñata. We only stopped by briefly but still it was a bit startling. As we left I could already imagine the high-pitched voices of the mob chanting “Go Navy, Beat Army!” Kids can be so cruel.
I loved piñatas when I was a kid but I imagine that every parent wonders what will happen when their child’s favorite character — Dora, Spongebob, unicorns, trains, daddy — is brutally knocked to the ground and ripped apart by tiny hands. If my daughter can handle that, how can we fear that she might confuse video games with reality? Besides, I am not the one who is at risk of going down for the count.
Last year for our daughter’s birthday I made a Barbie cake and a Little Mermaid cake and we had a pizza-making party. It was very hectic. Given that Elysia will be 38 weeks pregnant when our daughter turns five, this time we are going to keep the kids busy with something like a moonbounce while the adults sit in the shade drinking lemonade.
It seems far more civilized.
Then we can spill the silver-blue blood of the unicorn.
