The Berlins and too much birthday

My friends son was turning 3 and all the Berlins were invited. Steve was ecstatic to be going to a birthday where there would finally be kids his age to play with and Summer is just ecstatic about most things so were all
happy to be invited. We got there and there were tons of electric ride on toys and Steve was off like a flash. He is a big boy and definitely doesn't need his mommy around to get in the way, which I would. Summer and I went inside and our lovely hostess asked if Summer wanted some watermelon in a net. A net is the best thing ever invented for a choking-terrified person like me. Its a mesh net that you can put fruit into and they can mash it up and suck on it and no one dies of anything lodged in their throats! Genius! Summer had been showing interest in food for a couple weeks so I figured she would like it. Jackpot! She loved it so much I went and bought one a few days later. Anyway, Steve was off playing and Summer was gnawing excitedly on the watermelon, I actually refilled it several times. After a little bit, it was cake time. Steve had a slice of cake and sat down next to me to watch the birthday boy open presents, I could tell he was getting tired so it was nice to get a little break in there. After the mound of presents was devoured and it was party time again, Steve departed feeling refueled once again and it was just Summer and I. I was juggling Summer, her net full of watermelon and a towel but decided I wanted a cupcake too. I picked one and just as I was about to shove the whole thing in my mouth, a little baby hand swiped off the entire top of frosting and scooped it into her open gummed mouth. And swallowed. All of it. This is before solids, so before this day she hadn't had anything besides breastmilk. She loved it. She seemed to be fine and it wasn't really that big of a deal, it was just frosting so we went outside and watched Steve play with all the other kids. It was about time to wrap it up so they did the pinanta. Pinata is a dangerous game when you're dealing with 3 year olds, even 5 and 6 year olds like Steve. It was chaos. I was seated feeding Summer a bottle so I couldn't get up and play intereference with that metal bat. I just watched the craziness. There were probably about 7 kids and none of them were blindfolded or even spun around for dizziness but they still managed to swing at eachother with smiles on their faces, not knowing the damage that could be inflicted with the bat. After all the smaller kids had a turn it was Steves turn. He stepped up and with his tongue out for concentration he took a huge swing and missed.
Its ok Buddy! Go again! I urged.
So, he stepped up again and this time a little more eager to knock all the goods from this things butt and be the hero. He grabbed the bat again and hung his tongue out of his mouth a little more, for balance and concentration. He swung hard and closed his eyes, making good contact and butterfly kissing, just barely, another little boys eyelashes. I held my breath for a second thinking that he had made contact with the other little boy and not the piñata but, thank goodness, all was well. No one was going to the hospital with a concussion. We said our goodbyes and we all got into the hot car, Steves seat is black so it was pretty rough for him. While I was putting Summer in her car seat, she looked up at me and smiled and started foaming at the mouth, pink. At first I was concerned and then I thought, 'yes this seems right', she ate a shit ton of sugar and watermelon for the first time and just drank a bottle. It reminded me of the scene in Madagascar 3 when Mort is in the cake and he says, "My belly hurts!" and starts shooting foam out of his mouth, if you haven't seen it, go check it out. Its exactly what happened to Summer.
Anyway, Steve brought home his goody bag full of candy and we let him eat a few pieces before bath and bed. We even let Summer have a few sucker licks herself, it was more than amazing for my little sugar lover. I stripped her down to get into the bath and it kind of smelled like she farted, but whatever. Upon bringing her upstairs and depositing her into the bath tub I realized that she had in fact, sharted all over my arm and had decided to poop in the bath tub, all with a big smile on her little face. Needless to say, I laughed, because really what else was I supposed to do and put both the kiddies to sleep.