This is how handsome I look whilst making faces of funny in light of being told to do so.
We've gone a long way, but apparently we haven't come a very long way, and these days, it would seem, the way that we've come has only gone as far as our own ability to attend a more-or-less public birthday party. It's fun, at least as far as it comes to us going to the parties, but I'm really starting to worry about my friends and the blurry/clear status of their faces.
We went to this great party at a place that's really great, but not nice enough for us to mention their name, even though they're really great for attendance, attendants and overall fun. Better (or worse) still, is that everybody who goes there (except for me and my brethral gang) is that their faces are entirely out of focus.
Isn't that strange?
It is, I'm just saying it so right up front.
We came bearing gifts (and gifting bears, I'm pretty sure,) and we had all kinds of fun, and then we partook of all sorts of play, and all of it was good.
It was so good, in fact, that Brendan went up into the six-level preschooler play arena and played himself so silly that he ran himself ragged and fully fell asleep. The parents hung out and chatted with the other, assorted parents at ground level, and kept a corner-of-keen eye out for each of us juniors, but suddenly, brother Brendan disappeared. There wasn't a way out for a kid without a matching parent, so it wasn't like he'd absconded with himself, so where was he?
Daddy-O went up into the mess of a maze of the places he might be, but he was nowhere to be found. We took grabbed volunteers all around and started looking for the ever-absent Brendan, but we couldn't find him anywhere. We had friends, parents of friends and strangers alike looking for him, but we couldn't find him anywhere.
Luckily, some kid that wasn't in our party decided to take a wee-wee in the upper levels of the maze, so the teenage workers had to go up and clean it. Halfway there, they found a sleeping child conked out in a high level. They roused him, and he wasn't pleased, but he was Brendan, and he quickly came back down in a huff, a puff, and a grouchy fit of "get me out of here" rage.
After all was said, but not quite yet done, we stopped to take a photo, but the same problem we've suffered at previous birthday parties came to light yet again… My friends, at least when it comes to those who haven't signed press releases, their faces are always blurry.
Are we held to some kind of high standard I'm unaware of, or are we actually members of the media or something here?
Above - Is it just me, or are the faces of all the kids blurry whose parents didn't sign waivers permitting us to show them in our publication?.
