So we had to cancel our July fourth party because of Colt's sickness. No one was more irritated than Wyatt.
Instead of a gathering with lots of little kids we just had a couple of our friends over. We told Wyatt it would be a small party.
So all through supper he keeps whining, "When is the party going to start?"
We say, "This is it. This is the party."
Finally I say, "What is it that you want to do?"
He looks at the four adults at the table and says, "We need to wake this crowd up."
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