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If Flint meant what Ali said, then I'm with it too.
I was chastised at many parties - I was an excitable and hyper little girl.
I managed to get myself impaled on barbed wire at one party - we went to see the horses. Mum took me for a tetanus shot after, the hosting (farming) family figured once I stopped crying I was okay.
I was criticised for ordering other children around. I was Important in the classroom and I brought that to parties. The hosting Mum generallly didn't like that. I'd been bigged up as funny, special and an important invite and then arrived as a short, skinny little bossy-boots. I also ate as if I'd never been fed. I said please and thank you and thankyouforhavingme, but I expect I was tolerated rather than welcomed.
No parents came to parties in my day.
I went to lots because my sister was scared to go alone.
Siblings, not parents were the norm.
Many parents seem to go to "parties" now. Because they are all held at venues.
One of the girls on my table had her party this month. The thank you cards were provided by the company (although they were handwritten by the parent). They offered £2.50 off any refreshments - you can go as a single consumer as opposed to a party group.
Musical chairs, pass the parcel, pin the tail on the donkey? As if.
This is the 21st century, grow up.
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