This photo is almost 10 years old. In it my son (on the right) and his best friend Owen were getting into the swing of their first ever halloween party. It’s all a bit hazy, but I seem to remember about 20 five and six year olds tearing around my mother-in-law’s house high on friendship, party games, being allowed to stay up late … and lots of sweets and cake.
I miss the “costume” days.
My son is the only child of a mother who’s probably too in touch with my inner party planner. We’ve had a Naming Day, birthday parties in various themes (from pirates and dinosaurs to knights in shining armour, and of course Thomas the Tank Engine), and lots of Halloween and Guy Fawkes parties.
And of course primary schools can usually be relied on to require pupils to dress up at least once a term.
These days the boy-child is a teenager and would sooner relinquish FaceBook than dress up in any sort of costume.
But he has said he’s going to the School Ball. And it does have a Great Gatsby theme. I wonder how difficult it is to make spats?