One of my classmates, Rafael, had a birthday party last Friday night. It was from 7:00 - 11:00. It was late, but it was fun!!! Mom, Kati, and my brothers stayed at home with my missionary aunt, Aunt Toni. Me, Dad and Uncle Paul went to the party. Did I say that it was fun? Well, it was fun. It was at a party place, which they have lots of down here, and it had all kinds of things to do. There was rides, video games, computers to play on, a big play area with a huge ball pit, a dunk tank with balls instead of water, and best of all there was a zip line. I was scared the first time I did it and Dad had to make me go. After that though, all I wanted to do was the zip line. It was a blast! We had lots of food and a huge Ben 10 chocolate birthday cake. When it came time to sing happy birthday to the birthday boy, it was a huge ordeal. It put our little "Happy Birthday to You" song to shame. We clapped and sang and clapped and sang some more. Then we clapped some more. It was the best birthday party ever.
We had heard that when you accept an invitation to a Brazilian birthday party, it is rude to leave before the cake is cut and the cake is not cut until the very end. So, Dad knew that we were in for the long haul at this party and it was ok with me. Dad and Uncle Paul met a young couple that has only been married for a couple of weeks and they are going to come over for dinner with us sometime soon. They talked for a long time and Dad and Uncle Paul had as much fun as I did. Except that Dad was jealous that he couldn't do the zip line! Maybe next time Dad.
If you ever get a chance to go to a Brazilian birthday party, don't pass up the opportunity! It will be worth it.
2 comments:
Hey Preston,
I have to say that I am a little jealous. There are lots of similarities between my country and yours, but I doubt our birthday parties are as cool as yours. Hope your having a good time showing Christ to your friends.
We miss you
Mr. and Mrs. Kneepit
Preston,
Again, you are showing us how brave you are. I just gotta tell ya, if I couldn't speak the language, I don't think I'd be going to any parties. When you come home, I'll clap and sing and clap some more for every party you have. Uncle Scott can rig you up a zip line too. I miss you, and I love you.
Aunt Kami
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