Time out for pi day

Otherwise known as my son Colm's birthday. Here's a picture of one of his last sentient moments as a five year old. Here he is the next morning, a newly minted six. What's the difference?
A Good Knight's sleep.
Colm wanted his birthday party to be about knights. So Beth sprung into action, she fabricated armor out of cardboard and duct tape, helmets out of milk jugs and duct tape, broom stick horses made out of sticks, old socks, and, of course, duct tape. I cut out shields from some scraps of plywood. The only thing we actually bought at the store were the swords. At the party Colm and his fellow Knights of the Kitchen Table had to earn each item by successfully completing a quest for Queen Mathilda (Beth). Their tasks:

• find ten objects of great beauty and give them to the queen
• find six pieces of wood roughly the same length and fashion a shape with them
• rescue Colm's favorite superhero, Spiderman, from the evil clutches of Darth Duct Tape (he was taped to a limb in the apple tree above the tree house)
• using their swords, battle an army of angry blue balloons back to edge of the back yard and pop each one without using their hands
• catch the dragon (yours truly) and remove each one of his three tails

Two hours flew by.
We even managed to squeeze in cake and presents. Good day.
K