My daughter was invited to her first birthday party when she was 3 ½. In October 2007, Avril came home with a save-the-date card for a December “pirate-themed” birthday party.
I was stunned. Then I realized that one reason the Mom wanted to save the date was because her son had the same birthday as my Avi.
I didn’t find a pirate costume for my kid to wear to the party her entire class was invited to, on the day she also turned 4. Instead, we had a family party in the kitchen that included Mom, Dad, her two brothers, and the Scooby Doo cake that she selected from Rainbow Food.
In the last two years, my daughter has been invited to every kind of party under the sun. My challenge is to plan something unique, and possibly educational, that won’t impact our credit score.
My girlfriend has warned me that if Avi asks for an American Girl Party at the Mall of America, create a natural disaster so that it doesn’t happen. American Girl could do more damage than Hurricane Katrina. A party for 8 is $450, and what 6 year old girl would be satisfied leaving without a gift?
I am sure that some well meaning relative would insist that she receive an $114 Addy Doll, so that she could learn about the courageous girl who escapes from slavery into freedom. Now that the President’s Black, no time like the present to teach her that the recession’s had no impact on our people.It’s easy to see how parents get sucked in. “My Super Sweet 16” starts a decade early, and the only thing to ask for after ten years of $50 cup cake trees, is a new car.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I haven’t bought a cupcake tree (or three), but when birthday parties lead to the sense of entitlement I’m starting to see, it makes me wonder if we should return to duck, duck, goose in the living room.
I think I should start planning Avi’s winter party now—as soon as I get some save-the-date cards.

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