Make no mistake about that. When my son has a birthday party, things go down. Stuff occurs. There are EVENTS.
Pokemon theme. Cake meticulously decorated to look like a Pokeball, although with no combat-prone monsters inside.
Nine guest boys. One birthday boy.
A scavenger hunt requiring Dad to climb on the roof to catch stomp rockets and a baking soda-vinegar volcano constructed by Mom. Also, Dad being hit by several whipped cream "pies" hucked by every boy in attendance, thus earning Dad certain enshrinement in the Dad Hall of Fame.
There was a balloon kicking dance party to the music of both Nirvana and whatever shameless goons were trucked in to do official Pokemon "music".
There were sugar highs of mythic proportions. There was noise. There was chaos. There were no tears or fights.
Things went down.
Damn right my boy is seven years old.