After dinner, I pulled out the little party favor bags and declared Carl in charge of stuffing small packs of playdoh into them. Before I could get on in my save-it-for-the-last-minute-maniacal-Mariann-way, Carl asked "the" question that still continues to rear its ugly head presently;
"Uhm, are we supposed to do that?"
I slowly raised my eyes, glared at him menacingly, and asked,
"What....do...you...mean...by....are we SUPPOSED to do that?!"
"Well, I mean, is this really necessary? I mean who does this?"
Thus began my tirade on how parents do this all the time and on and on about how "What? I'm just gonna give 'em cupcakes and that's it? What the hell kind of party is that?" and "You think I'm doing this cuz I like being up past my bedtime stuffing party favors?!"
I think I concluded my tirade feeling vindicated that "I" was the parenting expert and "I" know what all typical parents do and this was one of those things. Secretly, I also gave myself extra "Faking Supermommy" points for choosing the best, most age appropriate and fun toddler party favors while also adding another bonus point for including a "favor" for Julia's teacher/entire class; Julia's favorite Dr. Seuss book. Hey-O!!!!! High-five to the most awesomest mom evah!!!
I dropped Julia off the next day, feeling deftly proud at my mama skillz and assured that all parents do this but I just fake it and do it better - never mind the fact that she was in daycare for three months and had never come home with a single party favor or anything remotely looking like a party favor...
Three weeks later, while going through Julia's bag from daycare, I pulled out a party favor bag filled with candy, a Strawberry Shortcake toothbrush and rinse cup, a Princess lip gloss wristband and a freakin' Tinkerbell jigsaw puzzle that you also color!!! WTF?! I quickly estimated the price value and "fun" value in my head and determined, I was beaten....
A few days before Christmas, Carl walked in and caught me ordering a nice Edible Arrangement Bouquet for the daycare. He raised his eyebrow and asked me the same 'ole question, "Are we supposed to do that? Do other parents really do that?" Before bothering to listen to another lengthy dialogue about good parents and what they do for their kids and the people who take care of them, he walked away. And as I clicked "send" on the gift message declaring them "the most wonderful and caring staff", I quietly answered, "Well, if they don't, they will now!"