It is called Boot Camp - situated about 30km out of town in a rustic setting.
It is quite pricy to have a party at this venue, and I had such a laugh as I watched these little boys being yelled at and bossed around like army recruits (albeit the 'sergeant major' was a gorgeous blonde!), and loving every minute!!
Who would have thought?
If they didn't refer to her with a 'yes, sarge' or 'no, sarge' they were immediately told to 'give 10' (press-ups)They had orders barked at them from the time they got there until the cake was cut - and I've never seen more obedient, focussed boys!
Afterwards I asked some of them how they 'enjoyed' it, and every one said it was by far the best birthday party they'd been to!!
Do you think I'm depriving them of something? :o)
Then they had to have the mud treatment - and, of course, my boy went the whole 9 yards!!
See?
the younger one was a little more circumspect
He hadn't lost any of his teeth yet .... but look at him now, just a couple of months later!!
more gaps than teeth I'd say!!
Then they had to have the mud treatment - and, of course, my boy went the whole 9 yards!!
See?the younger one was a little more circumspect
He hadn't lost any of his teeth yet .... but look at him now, just a couple of months later!!more gaps than teeth I'd say!!But back to boot camp - and one last shot to prove that we didn't just sit on the sidelines the whole day!!
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