Ungrateful? Perhaps, but since I had a Christmas wherein I was gravely disappointment with a pink bathrobe and forever referred to it as "The Crap Christmas", I can't judge too harshly. Anyway, because of the 12th birthday fiasco, I have some residual mom guilt.
Lucky for him, it means he gets really great birthday activities for the rest of his teenage years in an attempt to make amends. He wanted a to invite a lot of friends over to our local park for dinner and night games.
An initial singing of "Happy Birthday". A much worse rendition was to come at the end of the evening when everyone was loosened up.
A simple, fun game called squirt. Good to let the food settle.
A game called gator-ball.
Otterpop break. Thirty five people went through about 350 Otterpops.
Some sort of timing-singing game.
Here was the final "Happy Birthday" singing. It was really, really bad. Clark made a funny little speech at the end that somehow seemed quite appropriate to the geeky crowd gathered.