So the night starts out in your fancy pants dress (courtesy of MIL) and some snazzy shoes. But while your parents are hurrying to get ready, you are given an unhealthy snack of chips and Dora and a plastic lawn chair to sprawl on, all lady-like.
So we then get to the party and you scream and holler "BAD DRESS, NO ITCHY DRESS! NO MORE DRESS! BAD BOY DRESS!" until your mother strips you down and puts you in your pyjamas. You then run around mostly attempting to convince people that the fruit at the bottom of the bowl of sangria is actually ok for toddlers and better, in fact than the bowl of non alcoholic fruit on the table.
Then after slopping water from the fruit bowl all over the front of your PJs, someone finds you a nice new robe.
But then your Lola tells you you look flushed and too hot and you finally give up on ever getting sangria fruit. So you borrow someone's t shirt and collapse on your dad.
Re: New Years Eve - by Jo (better late than never?)
I'd say!
And man oh man. I might have to kidnap Jo. I just might.
Love the play by play! Too cute.
And I have to agree...the fruit with sangria probably was better.
you know it's a party when you pass out in someone else's tshirt.
and what mrslove said, put that whole story in a journal for her.