Pharrell Williams' hit "Happy" usually works its magic on me, which is just as well given the zillion times we've listened to it over the last few weeks to get right in the mood for No. 4's Minions' birthday party. Even No. 1 made a huge effort and sacrificed his cooler taste in music for his littlest brother. Testament not only to his fondness for No. 4, but also the broad appeal of the "Despicable Me" movies, which are fun, funny and very watchable. Once No. 4 had seen the first movie a while back, there was never going to be any other kind of party. So the whole family happily got stuck in to all the preparations, merrily singing and dancing to the soundtrack as we baked, painted, decorated, and googled for Minion-related trivia.
The morning of the party dawned brightly, brilliantly banishing the dull dampness of Easter day. I felt happy with the blaze of yellow, blue and purple ready to greet No. 4's Minion guests. A quick panic when I realised I'd forgotten to buy orange squash was fixed by an emergency handover of a bottle half-way between Angelique's and my houses by Angelique's No. 1 to my No. 2!
Ten little yellow Minions arrived punctually at 11am. For two fun-filled hours they took turns posing for the garish Minion photo booth, they punctuated chat with Minion vocab: "Gelato!", "Bapples!", scoffed chocolate prizes, and displayed an impressive, almost encyclopaedic knowledge of all things Despicable Me related. Possibly explained by the extraordinarily high numbers of viewings of the movies competitively claimed by the Minions in turn: "I've seen them 5 times each!" said one guest, closely followed by another calling, "10 times!", then a string of shouts of increasing numbers: "25 times!", "54 times!", and finally, a voice uttered in rather a serious tone, "I've actually seen both movies 102 times each." Seriously, 102 times?!! No. 4 gazed at this guest in awe. No wonder he'd won the tricky quiz with an astonishing 19/20!
Lunchtime over, banana skins (Minions' fave fruit) strewn messily amongst the remains of Minion cupcakes, it was time to enter the Minions' spy house. This is one of the benefits of having slightly older children who invent new games and are prepared to put in the man hours preparing for them. The spy house, formerly known as a large cardboard box, was transformed with a willing hand and lots of bright yellow paint. With the addition of a yellow periscope poked through a hole in the roof, it was a Minion take on grandmothers' footsteps.
Lastly the poor old Minion piñata, which had the Minion guests bundled tightly in a "queue", each eager to be the first to whack out the treats contained within. With No. 4's older siblings also allowed a piece of the action, the forlorn Minion was soon down and distributed all over the garden, little Minions method acting as they gleefully devoured their sweets without a care in the world. The discarded Minion piñata may not have been happy, but the Minion wannabes definitely were, and as we said goodbye we began to clear up the house to the strains of "Happy" one last time. Roll on the next party in a month's time, but before No. 2 gets carried away with ambitious plans of his own, I am naively hoping for a few days' rest!
Angelique & Becky
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