Loud and proud…my son is a piñata killer! We went to four
thousand birthday parties over the weekend and two of them had piñatas. I will give the caveat that all of these parties were for Ally and her four year old friends, but my 5 year old got to play too.
At piñata party #1, the piñata was a bulldozer. Eric went almost last. The other kids whacked it, but didn’t do much more than swing it around. Slugger gets up to bat…the stick is a broom stick and he starts whacking away. He knocked the nose off the dozen and split it open, but the contents did not fall. All the dads there were college baseball players, so I had a quiet sense of pride as they were impressed with his whacking ability. There was one older kid there who went next and knocked it down off the rope but it didn’t split. That’s right- the 7 year old couldn’t split it, but my 5 year old could!
Party #2- the piñata was a Buzz Lightyear piñata. The party was for a 2 and 4 year old, so the kids were little. They all took a whack, but none did much more than make it move a foot or so. I made sure Eric went last because I knew that he would bust it, plus he was one of the oldest. Eric’s turn came…this party used an actual metal bat, so GAME ON!
Eric took two swings and the piñata split. Each kid got two swings only so he was done. The rest of the kids went again, not one making a dent. The party mom asked if Eric wanted to finish it off. He gladly took the bat and went to town. Swing one- candy goes flying all over the yard. Swing two- he emptied the piñata.
He was so happy!
Eric the Piñata Killer