When the invitation arrived with my name on it, I called my friend wanting to know if this wasn't her son's roundabout way of getting me to bring my daughters to his 6 year old birthday party.
No, I was told. This was not a ploy to lure teenage girls. Nor was I to come assuming I could hang out with the adults.
He wanted me. I was to be one of the actual guests.
What do you make of that, dear reader? What would you do if a six year old invited you to his airplane themed bowling birthday party?
Here's what I recommend: get a gift, tell your family you'll be gone for a few hours, and go have the time of your life.
I'm not kidding. I had the time of my life. The absolute time of my life.
I was fully unprepared for how fun it would be to hang out with a group of little kids, as one of them, and just celebrate the joy of being alive, of being excited to knock down a bowling pin, of hot pizza and fizzy drinks, high fives, and being asked by the other partygoers what was in my gift to Heath.
Heath's mom kept saying things like: I know you've got things to do. I know you have to go soon.
But I was too busy running around with my new friends to respond.
I don't know what on earth I did to make it onto Heath's guest list, dear reader. But now all I can think of is: what will it take to stay there?