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News of the silly
Aug. 29th, 2010 11:30 pmSo, a couple of weeks ago, we went up to VT for a couple of days to see PoC's family and just relax for a bit. We went swimming (some--the weather wasn't too warm, so we mostly just hung out by lakes/rivers) and hung out with our 10-year-old niece Z. Our visit covered PoC's birthday, which featured a Pirate-Ship-Being-Dragged-Into-the-Watery-Depths-by-a-Kracken cake (baked with the aid of a Pirate Ship cake pan; kracken sculpted by PoC). PoC's mother, sister (step-mom of the niece) brother-in-law, niece, and 2 friends of ours were there for the party.
PoC's birthday is also his sister Em's wedding anniversary (yes, we got married on her birthday and she got married on his). On their wedding day 2 years ago, they had a wedding-cake shaped pinata that she'd made. They kept it, and she produced it again....resurrected with the aid of a lot of packing tape and looking a little lopsided. We asked her what was in it. She said, "oh, you know, razors and stuff." We assumed she was joking...
So, a hefty stick was found and we commenced to try to break open the pinata. Lemme tellya, it's a lot harder to break open a pinata held together by packing tape than one that's just papier mache! After several good whacks, something flew out. It was the plastic cap to a disposable razor.
We all exchanged a look, and started laughing. More whacking ensued, and the blade of a disposable razor flew out...minus the handle. She'd gotten the fancy kind of disposable razors--with swiveling heads! Apparently they don't do well when whacked with a stick...
We were all laughing pretty hard at this point, especially because some other things had come out, too: pens, super glue tubes, chocolates, razor handles with no razors attached, a kaleidoscope, travel-size dental floss packets. But the best moment was when our niece grabbed one of the razors. Em said, "give that to me, Z." (I think she wanted to make sure it had a cap on it.) Z said--completely sincerely--"awww, but I could keep it until I'm older!"
At this point, we all just lost it! Fortunately, she's not (yet) super-hyper-sensitive about stuff like that, and didn't really think we were laughing at her. And really, we kinda weren't--it was more that we were laughing in recognition of our own memories of what that age was like...
And in the morning, when it got light, we searched the lawn for stray razor heads!
PoC's birthday is also his sister Em's wedding anniversary (yes, we got married on her birthday and she got married on his). On their wedding day 2 years ago, they had a wedding-cake shaped pinata that she'd made. They kept it, and she produced it again....resurrected with the aid of a lot of packing tape and looking a little lopsided. We asked her what was in it. She said, "oh, you know, razors and stuff." We assumed she was joking...
So, a hefty stick was found and we commenced to try to break open the pinata. Lemme tellya, it's a lot harder to break open a pinata held together by packing tape than one that's just papier mache! After several good whacks, something flew out. It was the plastic cap to a disposable razor.
We all exchanged a look, and started laughing. More whacking ensued, and the blade of a disposable razor flew out...minus the handle. She'd gotten the fancy kind of disposable razors--with swiveling heads! Apparently they don't do well when whacked with a stick...
We were all laughing pretty hard at this point, especially because some other things had come out, too: pens, super glue tubes, chocolates, razor handles with no razors attached, a kaleidoscope, travel-size dental floss packets. But the best moment was when our niece grabbed one of the razors. Em said, "give that to me, Z." (I think she wanted to make sure it had a cap on it.) Z said--completely sincerely--"awww, but I could keep it until I'm older!"
At this point, we all just lost it! Fortunately, she's not (yet) super-hyper-sensitive about stuff like that, and didn't really think we were laughing at her. And really, we kinda weren't--it was more that we were laughing in recognition of our own memories of what that age was like...
And in the morning, when it got light, we searched the lawn for stray razor heads!
