Mommy told me that I have been to a birthday party before but I don't remember it. On Sunday I had a birthday party for my friend across the driveway. She turned 2. We went to Bounce Town. Mommy said it would be fun. It wasn't. I didn't like it. Mommy kept telling me "It will be okay" and "we will do it together." I kept telling her "No Mommy." 
The bouncy things were weird. My body didn't feel safe. I didn't like the air blowing on me form all sides. It was scary and some of them were dark.
Near the end of the party I started to have fun when I was in one of the big jumper with just Mommy and Daddy and Jon. I was happy if I had a ball.
I even made a new friend.
Then Daddy taught me how to dunk.
I threw a few footballs, ate some pizza, and posed for a couple more pictures.
Then I pooped and had to tell everyone.
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