My baby turns 9 tomorrow, but we had his party after school today. When he was younger (and had less than the current 27 classmates), we’d invite his entire class.
This year, I let him invite 8 friends to walk home with him (and the 5th grade sisters of half of those boys), shoot Nerf guns at each other and eat Oreo ice cream cake for 90 minutes. No gifts, no fuss, and the cleaner is coming tomorrow. Maybe happy unbirthday to me!