oldbloke's mutterings

Jack was rather annoyed that Georgia's party wasn't at a soft play centre.
Plus he had a major shyness attack at the door and I had to carry him in.
It was one of those grinning-idiot-leads-songs things.
He wouldn't join in, until there was a vague hint of pass-the-parcel happening. It didn't immediately, but there was a parachute thingy to cover kids with and bounce balls off which got him going.
When the food came round, he wouldn't touch the sandwiches I'd taken, predictably. But Georgia's mum had gone the extra mile and made sure some of the crisps etc were gluten-free and had got some biscuits and cake that were too, specially, and gave him some slices of ham without the bread round it - wolfed that down.
He is full of sugar and playing with an ultra-stretchy sticks-to-things crocodile