This weekend my family went to a birthday party that Jay Gatsby would have thrown had he had a pre-schooler. Bouncy castles and ATVs for kids/motorized Power Wheels abounded. They probably would have opened up their pool if it had been any warmer. Maybe I’m just from the other side of the tracks, but I was a little overwhelmed. I was also petrified that my kid was going to hit someone when he was riding around on the mini ATV. As it was, he almost hit one of the party goer’s Corvettes.
I know size doesn’t matter, but it was obvious that we got the kid the smallest present. I’m crap at picking out kids’ presents. Every piece of plastic essentially looks the same to me, and I have no idea what will be fun for a four-year-old I never met. The party was airplane themed, and since that was the only thing I knew that the birthday boy liked, my kid and I picked out an Imaginext plane for him. My kid and I are pro-Imaginext. We like that we can mix up the pirates and the dinosaurs and Batman for some sort of cross-over/alternate reality scenario for his “action figures.”
So I thought it could go with toys the kid already had or stand alone. But as we were leaving, the mom said, “oh, I’ve got a little plane party favor for your kid,” I was really scared that she would going to bring out, as a party favor, the very same plane we had purchased as a gift.
I think the rich parents could sense that we weren’t one of them. Maybe we smelled poor or my Old Navy jeans were from last season (if that) or they noticed how sad our meager offering looked in the pile of lavish gifts, but no one talked to us. I know my husband and I aren’t the most social people in the world, but we really did try to talk to people. We were unsuccessful. That may have been a good thing, though. I overheard a conversation between two of the moms, and they were talking about, as far as I could tell, making sure the color of the exterior of the car went with that season’s trends and when to obtain which color vehicle.
At least the kids haven’t yet learned to snub poor people, and our kid seems to be making friends. Though whether or not we will be invited to any more parties remains to be seen.