The boy turned 11. It was a two-day melee of arcade games, hobbit-watching, and cake. I am so annoyed with Peter Jackson over that barrel scene. Too much time in the Prancing Pony, writers. Also, inventing a dwarf/elf romance in order to have a woman in the movie - it HAD to be romantic? She can't have just been a regular elf? Would they even have compatible pheromones? My fists keep flailing up and shaking. JACKSON. I am waiting for Studio Ghibli to re-do this all sensibly, without all the decapitation and assaults to barrel physics.
So yes, there was a birthday. We took him to a bar, because children are already good at being children; our job is to horrify them into becoming better adults than the ones at D&B.
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