Our daughter’s fifth birthday celebration is one of those occasions that linger in my memory even today, and she turns twenty in just a few months. There were 8 little girls in attendance, and a few parents. Her daddy grilled the hotdogs and I did every thing else (typical, right?). Well, to give credit where it’s due, he did all the outside prep, from mowing the lawn to taking care of the deck cleaning, even though he ran out of deck cleaner before all the decking was washed.

He also bought and mounted the piñata from Hell. Imagine in the background you hear playing the 1812 Overture just where the cannons are being shot. We have it on video where I start beating it with the stick because the girls couldn’t break it. Neither could I. Finally I had to tear it open with my bare hands. I’m telling you, we should have been on America’s Funniest Home Videos. We’d have won.