Piñata Fiasco

We always give Ceci and Piet a joint birthday party, because they both celebrate birthdays in October. It’s easier for friends and family to make one party, and BONUS, less work for this momma.

October is a really fun month to plan a party anyway, and we have done costume themed parties in the past, but this year we decided to go a different direction. The kids are both really into the movie Coco right now, and so a festive Dia de los Muertoes party seemed really fitting! Plus, Target’s Dollar Spot is swarming with Day of the Dead goodies.

Fast forward to the shindig. Everything was moving along smoothly. Food was a hit, because who doesn’t love tacos, nachos, and margaritas? We knocked out the cake and presents, which meant there was only one thing left to do.

I was overly proud of myself for purchasing a $12.99 piñata on Amazon, and stuffing it with both candy and party favors. There were Reese’s and bubbles and Twizzlers, and I even went against my no instrument rule, and shoved little maracas in there.

I was a little hesitant about giving a dozen toddlers bats, but then some one pointed out it was a pull-string piñata! What a happy accident!

There was a plastic loop on the back of the piñata’s neck for a rope to go through, and Jacob began hoisting it up onto a tree. With one last jerk of the rope, the plastic loop ripped out, and the piñata slammed into the ground.

“That’s fine! Loop the rope around it’s neck!” shouted sister-in-law Erin. “You mean like a noose? Yeah, let’s really hang this thing.” I couldn’t help it.

Now the piñata is literally hanging in our tree, and the kids are wildly eager to bust this thing open. But, they did a great job taking turns pulling the streamers at the bottom, hoping they would be the one to unleash the contents.

We went until the very last streamer. What are the odds!? With one swift yank, my niece ripped the last string out. Nothing.

“Get the bats!” Jacob yelled.

“And the helmets!” I didn’t want a lawsuit on our hands.

These kids were just smoking the piñata. These weren’t just some little swings. Full blown pro baseball swings at this thing, and NOTHING happened.

“Just let Jacob finish it off!” Guys. I’m going to be honest. This was probably the moment Jacob has been waiting for his entire life. A chance to prove he’s still got it, because, I don’t know if you know this, but he used to play professional baseball… and he’ll be the first one to tell you that after he’s had 1.5 beers.

But, before I could fully process that I was crushing his dreams, I ruined his day by just ripping that crepe paper bastard in half. Out spilled the brightly colored innards, and a wave of relief washed over me. Sorry, Jake!

As the kids scurried around, collecting treats, I shouted to our guests, “I hope everyone enjoyed this, because we are NEVER getting a piñata again!”

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