(she's primary 1 by the way, and I dont think she knows my name, but whatever)

I was kinda hoping I wasn't going to be the only mature adolescent at Uncle Lawrence's house, but imagine my utter joy when I saw not another teenage girl, but GILCHRIST!

And so, my day was complete.

On hindsight now, I realise I don't have a single picture of the birthday girl, but I've tons of Gilchrist. Haha. Oh well.

Basically we sang songs and played several games... OH THE PINATA! (did i spell that correctly. Never mind, we shall pretend it's correct)

In case for those who do not know what a pinata is, it's a cardboard container filled with sweets and lollipops, covered with ruffles, and hung on a ceiling, where children take sticks and WHACK at it with all they've got. Until they make a big enough hole so all the sweets can fall out, onto them, and onto the floor.

Well, obviously Uncle Lawrence couldn't hang the pinata on the ceiling; The children would be whacking his fluorescent lamps to pieces along with the pinata. So he passed it to my father to hold it. I suppose the pinata must have been considerably heavy by the look of surprise my father let loose when he first held on to it. Well, it's really his fault for volunteering to help. Haha

First was Cassandra, oh and spectacularly, she MISSED.

Next was Amanda, her sister, and she didn't have much success either.

Then came Adora, oh gentle gentle Adora, she hit the pinata, but it didn't even sway.

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Then came my infamous brother, ERNEST.

He held on to the stick so omniously every in the vicinity took several steps back. In fact, Uncle Lawrence was so fearful, he took away the stick from Ernest and gave him a toy golf bat instead, the plastic kind you know. Undaunted, Ernest swung with all his might, and what happened?!

THE HEAD OF THE GOLF BAT FLEW OFF THE STICK AND HIT AN OLD MAN SITTING NEARBY WHO COULDN"T GET AWAY FAST ENOUGH. poor him.

And so the pattern went something like that.

Well, for some reason or another, the children didn't even manage to make a hole or dent in the pinata. So Uncle Lawrence simply stopped the game, tore the pinata apart with his hands, and overturned the entire thing on the children. It was candy paradise.

Oh the scrambling.

Oh the screaming. (supposedly squeals of delight)

Oh the shoving and pushing.

I was desperately hoping Gilchrist wouldn't get trampled under.

And after each child had filled their bag to the brim, proudly strutting around with their prizes in tow, Gilchrist, Cyrus, and Ernest proceeded to sit down to play none other than, DORA THE EXPLORER. :)

And I suppose you might call it camwhoring. So I'll let the pictures do the talking. Pictures do speak a thousand words after all.

This was in exchange for a winnie the pooh marshmellow I found on the floor.

Actually I lie, I stole it from Ernest's bag. HAHA. Don't tell him though. Isn't Gilchrist so SWEET?!