Shortly before Tage’s party was set to begin this afternoon, I went out to the front of the house to tie some balloons to the drainpipe in order to identify this as the party zone.  I was in a bit of a hurry and not paying close attention to what I did, but luckily enough, I took the time to step back and survey my handiwork before I left it.  I say “luckily enough,” because this is what I found I had done.

Once I stopped laughing–and called my mom and Olof to see and snapped a couple of pictures–I added a few more balloons and a bit of discretion to the display.  I confess that I did consider just for the briefest moment leaving it up like that.  In the end, though, concern over what kind of guests we might attract to our seven-year-old’s birthday bash tipped the scales on the side of decency.  Count yourself fortunate, dear reader, that my standards for children’s parties don’t apply to this blog.