File this under "Things they forget to tell you in parenting classes"
Did you go to these? Those stupid classes to let you know how to clean a baby? How to childproof your home? How to attend to every emergency?
Oh yeah, we did one over a weekend. My favorite classmate fell on the first day and needed to get stitches in her knee. Too bad, our due dates were the same, ANYWAY, I digress. They forgot to tell you HOW TO MAKE YOUR 4 YEAR OLD A PIÑATA!
This weekend, Boston started a Fun Heat Wave. Yippie! I also started the Piñata Soleil has requested for her party.
Okay folks, this is where the heat gets to the brain. I got a nice recipe off the web. Then I made the glue, ripped the newspaper and was ready to go. I blew up the balloon and Soleil and I plastered the first coat of paper mache on the balloon. Then I thought "Hmm, this sucker is SO not going to dry in 99% humidity. I know, I’ll bring it inside to dry! The A/C will take care of it!"
And take care of it, it did! I ended up with something that looked more like a testicle than a balloon! Why? Because the air that filled the balloon was 98 degrees. It was 74 in our house. What happens to air when it cools? Hmm? Can we say contraction? So, as the paper mache was trying to dry, the balloon shrunk, leaving me with a shriveled mass of piñata. Dr. Jay thinks I should market it for divorce parties for women, although I would need to add another balloon and maybe a paper mache penis made from a toilet paper roll (not paper towel, because we want to indicate the lack of ability!)
On Sunday, I tried again, this time armed with my hair dryer. Yes, I sat in my garage, using a hair dryer to dry a piñata in 95 degree heat. I was a sweat ball. BUT DAMN IT! I have a piñata!