Friday, April 22, 2011

Pixie dust

At the Pirates and Pixies party last week, Little Elvis got a jar of pixie dust in his goody bag. He was so excited and couldn't wait until we got home, so he could put some on and fly.

As soon as I stopped the car, he jumped out. I was busy unbuckling Baby Plum, and was surprised when he ran up to me with a head full of gold glitter. Can you see all of it?
Closer shot.

Poor baby was heart broken that he couldn't fly. He really thought he could fly like SuperDog. But he handled it well, considering.

So, my house is littered with glitter. Baby Plum had random pieces on his bottom and back before his bath last night (Thursday night and the party was Saturday.) That stuff doesn't vacuum.

I believe that the mom that passed out the pixie dust and I are now even. She apparently had her daughter convinced that Play Doh was a church toy, until her daughter came to Little Elvis' birthday party and left with a small can of the stuff. Oh well.


Blogger Ann Wyse said...

Oh dear. Both to the disappointment of Pixie Dust - and the mess of glitter...

1:20 PM  

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