V's never ending celebration

I don't remember celebrating my 13th birthday in a particularly special way. I don't think I even considered it a milestone. V's 13th was a really big thing for him, we actually felt it coming to pass like a series of terrestrial rumblings that are sure to culminate in an eruption. Weird, I thought but maybe that's just how kids are now a days, they just mature earlier than we did during my time.

V is now in that place where on the one hand, he likes to talk and act like an adult - like when he insisted on taking me out to dinner on my birthday (T was out of the country for work) in a fine dining restaurant and not only paid but acted like an escort. I can already see the gentleman behind the awkward haircut and unsure gait - while loving to indulge in the silliest physical games on the other.

I shouldn't even have worried, he is more talk than action at the moment as evidenced by how he celebrated his birthday party with his friends.

Like any other children, they only wanted to eat:

Have loads of fun (read: be silly):

Play:

Make noise (WARNING: Ear splitting, watch (and listen) at your own risk - not recommended for those truly musically inclined):
V

S

Hang out:

Pass out (thank god!):

Only to re-fuel:

For more activities.
I guess the biggest change is the company he prefers to keep. Doesn't matter what they do as long as they do it together.

And where did mommy and daddy figure in all these? Well, we too had fun if not more being spectator ions, for a change.

PS - After all that fun, V was grounded on the Monday following his birthday weekend. It turned out that he was not able to do his homework from the previous week for being so excited for his party. There was a lesson to be learned there and a week's grounding should do it. It's ok to have fun as long as we do not forget our responsibilities. We have to do what we have to do and birthdays are no exceptions.