My high school BFF Norah of Sheriff Peanut fame had a birthday party last night. Since we are at that age, kids were invited early in the evening. We showed up little after 7pm with both kids in tow.
Mason doesn’t love dogs. I think he wants to like them, but they scare him. Norah has a medium size dog that is friendly, albeit scary to mason. (“I was scared of chewey so I went to the other room” -mason, the next day)
Combine that with the fact that we GOT to the party after his bedtime, and he didn’t last too long. By 8:30pm, mason was borderline crying and was falling asleep in the chair with mommy. By 8:50, he was all out crying. So we said good bye to everyone (mason was able to say goodbye and wish norah happy birthday while crying, which was kinda funny).
As soon as we walked out the door and hit the sidewalk walking to the car, Mason stopped crying and said “I had a good time”.
Norah was smiley and fine the entire time, but she had napped more during the day.