Last night, we went to a surprise birthday party for a friend and there were 13 adults and 9 young children. Something strange happens when you put nine children together. You count. You recount. You confirm that there are still only 9 and yet it truly feels and sounds as if there are 81 children in the house. It's a tsunami of children, your own personal natural disaster. I find it a bit overwhelming and have a tendency to then overparent my children. Savoir-Faire has nothing on me in those moments - I am everywhere. As you can imagine, this sucks the fun out of an event for all of us. So, last night, I decided to have a couple of glasses of wine and let the evening unfold as the Fates would allow. I'm so glad I had that wine. It made it easier to laugh when I found out that Miguel had thrown a jump rope over a beam in the ceiling, took a few swings and then touted it as "Miguel's New Ride" to all his friends. Needless to say, the line was out the door when a hapless parent went upstairs to go to the bathroom.