"Great. Get balloons and I'll make animals for the kids". It seemed innocent enough. What was I thinking? I met up with my buddies from high school and was subsequently invited to first communion the next day. Note to self: What sounds good at midnight after a couple of beers will NOT sound as good the following day.
There was a lot of screaming, a ton of "it's my turn", and somebody got poked in the eye. But after it all I got a lot of thank yous and hugs. So I guess it was worth it.
Oops. Gotta go. There is still a half a bag of balloon animals to make. The bad kids are just getting snakes.