Safety is lame
Yesterday we went to my mother in law’s for a birthday party. We were excited to see that there was a pinata hanging in the dining room, until we realized that we were not six years old and as such probably wouldn’t be allowed to take shots at it with a stick.
When we lamented this fact to my mother in law, she said, ‘You don’t hit it.’
…what?
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That’s too violent. You pull the strings at the bottom and one of them spills out the candy.’
This practice, done in the name of ‘safety,’ has taken the once proud and noble pinata and turned it into something I have no urge to ever partake in. Isn’t it a long standing Mexican tradition to hit things with sticks while being disoriented?
No wonder no one watches America’s Funniest Home Videos anymore! A third of their subject matter has just been outlawed, leaving only ‘kid spits on birthday candles’ and ‘man gets hit in crotch.’
We’re not going to take this sitting down. Oh no. Dave’s birthday is in a little under two months and we will be constructing a Buzzlegum. He will be 24 and it will be awesome.
