Tikkabik

Bob's already got a reputation for being a little Sith master for wandering around the house with the hood up on his black sweatshirt, but lately the boy has taken to humming the Imperial Theme from Star Wars when he's in his room or walking around the house. It's quite unsettling, especially since there's nothing ironic about it -- it's just a tune that gets stuck in his head. Often.

Yesterday (Sunday) was his birthday party -- almost a dozen and a half kids showed up. Bob has many friends who have brothers or sisters, which is why the headcount was so high -- one family has four boys, another one has four kids, so the party filled up fast and got loud quickly. Everyone who said they would come did, only two people who were invited weren't able to make it.

The kids had a great time, near as I can tell. They feasted on watermelon and pineapple and chips and dip and salsa; drank root beer and grape soda and Hawaiian Punch; ate burgers and hot dogs; then had cake and ice cream. They played in the yard for a good hour or so before the showers that had been threatening all day finally came, but it was light enough that some people went outside occassionally.

After the feasting was over we got to opening presents, and Bob got some great loot -- Magic the Gathering card decks and a new soccer ball and a Mega Man video game and Risk and other stuff. He gave back, too -- each kid walked away with a goody bag with a foam airplane, water pistols and assorted candy, along with a small handheld video game.

All in all it was a great day, and I'm happy that he enjoyed himself and the other kids did too.