But OH, how wrong I was.
When we first got there, he just wanted to go home. He even cried a little. It was in a huge gym with a very noisy bouncy castle and it was just Too. Much. The little girls were running about shrieking (maybe it was the shrieking that was the problem, come to think of it!) and having a great time together.
I finally convinced him to go to the party room instead, where there would be food (sushi!) and cake later. There were large Disney princess colouring sheets for everyone ... but he was mostly interested in squishing out as much sparkle paint as he could from the pens.
One of the girls chose to stay with him (I like her a lot!) and play / colour ... soon joined by another girl who instigated a game called "keep the balloons away from The Boy", which was heavily weighted in their favour ... man, can girls ever be mean! He got engaged though and didn't seem to mind too much.
And then the rest of the girls came in, and he ate some food and some cake and played for a bit ... but all in all it was not a great success. Six girls and a single boy ... they just didn't want to do anything boyish at all, and he was left out a lot.
I'm kind of considering that next year's daycare, when there will be only six boys, might not be that great for him. Sigh.
Ah well. At least it might teach him something about having a little sister. Hopefully it won't be just "how to torment small girls."
Although considering the tormenting was all on their side this time, I suppose it might just be fair game.
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