The birthday boy was drumming on his own kit (and an impressive kit it is for a three year old). We all sang Happy Birthday in our best Paul Stanley voices (which wasn't all that good but still fun). We even sang Kiss karaoke in front of the Kiss Mr. Potato Heads. I myself gave a raucous rendition of Detroit Rock City even though it occurred to me that as many times as I've heard the music, I've never actually heard the lyrics. Falling back on my jazz experience, when I came to a part I didn't know, I made stuff up, rolled with the music and filled in the space. The birthday boy singing Love Gun was the hit of the evening.
Fun was had by all (even though Welsh Girl had to feed the Despoina and that took them out of the part for a while). Pics, with the parents' permission, may follow.
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