Red Power Rangers Birthday

So My son,Hhazy, had is 4th birthday on March the 3rd. It proved to be a fantastic time had by all that were able to come. (Hey, big bro, lil'bro, I know you wanted to be there!) We decided to have it at Michael's Crafts in Mooresville, NC in there craft room. We let all the kids and some big kids, (GiGi, and Nan) get there kicks by painting a what-not box. Right away you could tell how seriously these two beasts took to painting(GiGi and Nan that is). They were talkative, responsive, and even jovial, ....until the paint was passed out. These two were seated beside one another and you could feel the competition juices splashing off them like a sweat off a fat man running up 15 flights of stairs. They got all quiet and were focused on their, (and the other one's) box. Now of course, you ask either one of them, and they would deny it, but I was there, and I have no reason to blow this up. So my Mom went towards this teal box with Florecent Orange strip highlights, you know, the type of highlights that you do that causes the tip of your tongue to stick out the side of your mouth. Yeah, thats the one, and My M.I.L. (Mother In Law - Nan) I believe at first thought she was surrounded my novices' to the painting/artzy fartzy game until she witnessed the tongue tip wagging out of my Moms mouth. At this point, any who were dialed in to the who's and whats, would have felt a subtle shift in the ART ETHER as my M.I.L. decided to open up a can of Picasso Whoopass! She started to kick in some angles, some positive/negative dots, Some shading. I mean It was getting serious! My mom took it to the next level by highlighting the small feet that were to be glued to the bottom of these boxes.
By the time the smoke cleared and I made sure that no innocent bystanders were harmed during the festivities, both ladies seemed proud of there accomplishments, even though neither would ask the other, or anyone else present, who's was nicer. All in all, I am glad to see that the fire still burns brightly inside the two birds, still ready to "GET IT ON" when the need arises. Which brings me to the next part of the party........
Later when the party was winding down, my Mom starts walking by me, with her "little person" apron on. I begin to make the comment that maybe she should take it home and begin a little game of "Housewife" with someone special. You know, the game when "He" comes home to find "Her" in the kitchen with nothing but this lil' apron on. At first I got the typical response...." Uh, I don't think so", but soon afterward I could see the idea blossoming inside her head. Thats what I do, just plant the seed, and let everyone else help it grow. Hey! work your magic woman!!
On one other note, I would like to extend an apology to my Mother, because I believe she is something special! Not just because I broke her butt bone when she was concieving me, and not because she didn't hold a grudge, but because she is SPECIAL! So as I was bragging that My Mom is a big-wig at the hospital, apparently the woman who was assisting with the party, Linda, was a nurse by trade and was looking for that "way in". She heard my moving, and captivating words about my mother, and wasted no time after the party, by saddling up to my Moms and trying to sweeten her up. So again, Mom, I am sorry, that you rock, and I believe you to be the best thing since that Wheat/White bread that came out.

See, not all my posts are angry, and full of piss and vinegar. To all that were able to come to my sons party, thank you and much love.