I wish I was the mom who opened a birthday invitation and immediately wrote the date, time and location on the calendar.
Also in that ideal world . . . I would remember (while out running errands the week before) to pick up a gift. A unique one. An inspired one.
An economical one.
Once upon a time, I did have a pretty well-stocked gift closet. But my kids’ friends outgrew the things that were in there, and now I’m stuck buying a gift every time there’s a party.
Generally, on the way to the party.
It makes my life easier to have a standard gift that we take to every party. At this current phase of life when my boys’ friends are turning 8, 9, and 10 . . . it’s a little cash stuffed inside the cardboard packaging of . . . a whoopie cushion.
Raise your eyebrows and uninvite me to your parties if you must, but there’s just nothing funnier (to 8-10 year old boys) than whoopie cushions.
My expert advice? Get the ones that re-inflate on their own.
My consolation to my kids’ friends’ moms? They’re not going to last forever. Constant use will ensure that your whoopie cushion will be ready for the trash in less than a week.
2.00 at Dollar General plus however much cash you want to give.
Best. Gift. Ever.
That’s an Amazon affiliate link there. The ones I saw were cheaper at the store, but in case there’s a run on whoopie cushions in your town . . . .
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