We had our big Christmas party this weekend, and I swear, I don’t think another person could have fit in our living room/dining room/kitchen areas. Several of those there have been friends of ours since we were all single, and as the three kids who were there entertained themselves with Play-Doh and coloring activities, one of my friends said, “Yeah, I never thought I’d see the day when our parties involved bringing toys to keep kids occupied.”
Then we all started remembering how our parties used to involved passing around glass rectangular baking dishes of Jell-O shots and dancing around drunk in the middle of a thunderstorm. Now we’re passing around crayons and watching kids dance around in their pajamas.
God, I’m getting old.