Last month, we received birthday invitation from my son’s classmate in summer class. I’ve been thinking twice if we will attend or not because I know that my son doesn’t know anyone except for the birthday boy but my husband insisted that we attend the party. Rain or shine we went to the party; we’re the first visitors so my son played in the inflatable play area.
I thought he already overcomes his masklophobia but I was wrong. He did not participate in any game because of the clowns and life sized figure so no souvenir picture of “Woody”.
He just ate ice cream.
|picture with his schoolmates.|