I really couldn't visualize what this would look like until I pulled up to my home.
RED ALERT! RED ALERT! RED ALERT!
I called Mr. Yoy, who along with Uncle Yoy, had just left breakfast with Big and Little E.
DON'T COME HOME! DELAY YOUR TRIP! DRIVE AROUND 285 A FEW HUNDRED TIMES!
I informed him of the current situation.
There was a 0% chance my kids didn't end face down in our neighbor's birthday cake after hijacking a pony ride and the red train engine.
Thank goodness they were running over to Home Depot to pick up leather cleaner. This would buy me some time.
I went upstairs to make the beds and fold the endless piles of pool laundry.
As I finished with Big E's bed, I heard the garage door open. I looked out the front window to see Mr. Yoy pulling into the driveway. Just as the train cruised by our house.
I laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation.
I popped open Big E's window and yelled down to Mr. Yoy.
PERFECT TIMING, DADDY!
I could hear the boys flipping out.
MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! TRAIN! PONIES! I WANT TO RIDE! EVERYTHING!
It was like bringing a recovering alcoholic to a bar.
MOMMY! CAN I HAVE A PONY FOR MY BIRTHDAY PARTY?
Considering Little E has never had a birthday party (with the exception of his first), I didn't want his expectations to be too lofty.
UM. MAYBE A PONY CAKE?
The party has ended and we have escaped without the cops being called on my kids.