The best birthday party... EVER

Ottawacker Jr. turned 7 today. As is our wont, in the dead of winter, we gave him a party. 

"What do you want to do?"
"Play soccer."
"Who do you want to invite?"
"Anyone who wants to play soccer."
"What sort of cake do you want?"
"One with a soccer ball on it."

Seems easy enough, doesn't it? And, essentially, it was.

Having watched Liverpool's demolition of Tottenham, the most lopsided 1-0 match you'll ever see, we moved on over to Di Salvo's for an hour on their indoor pitch. The objective was to knacker them out so the eating part of the party, next door at Centrale Bergham, would be manageable with 10 kids.

All went swimmingly. Mostly. 

Had a quick visit with Mansoor and D. afterwards, which was also really nice. Trying really hard not to think of all the "e" additives in the blue and green icing.