Tyler's Birthday

I really hate doing birthday parties with the kid's friends, so I decided years ago that we were only having family parties. They get to choose what to have for dinner, they get a fun cake, pinata, balloons, and of course presents. I love it and they love it, and so far, no complaints. I'm considering a friend party for Joey's 8th birthday, though. I think 8 will be the only friend party we do, for all of them.
Here's how we decided what to eat for dinner that day:
Me: What do you want for dinner for your birthday?
Tyler: umm . . . toast.
Me: Toast? Wouldn't you rather have hot dogs or something?
Tyler: Yeah! Hot dogs!
Me: Or pizza . . .
Tyler: Yeah! Pizza!
Me: So . . . what do you want?
Tyler: Cake.

We went with pizza

He got cars for his birthday, Thomas underwear (wishful thinking), a Cars pillowcase, and a big boy bed. I'll have to post a picture of it later because he's sleeping in it right now, and heaven forbid I should wake him up. That's always dangerous business. He LOVED his racetrack cake. He was a little concerned that he wasn't going to get his cars back, though.

The pinata, which, as always, was unbreakable and had to be ripped apart by me in the end.