La fête est finie. The party is over.

The ten kids just left. I'm exhausted but high on orange-cranberry juice (I'm sure the multinationale that commercializes this product puts drug in it. You just want to have more and more like an alcoholic. Hey, a last one.... and hey, why not have another last last one. And, hey, I'll let the box on the counter, why bother putting it back in the fridge, etc.)
Odile is happy about her party. I think Leonard had fun also. And the friends wanted more of the classicals: musical chair, treasure hunt, running in the park, pinata. I was more or less too stressed out to enjoy most of it. The cake was really, really, really good, though. But it is the last time I take a recipe from Chocolatier for a child birthday party. Why spend three hours on the core of the dessert when it is the smarties and fruit jellies decorations that they want? Happily, there are leftovers of that cake and of small sandwiches that we can eat feeling, on that occasion, less guilty about the emptiness of white bread, white flour and the danger of sulfites in the ham.
Leonard is sleeping on JP's lap while he is watching Nanny McPhee (a gift) with Odile . I just read again yesterday that television is really bad for children under seven and that parents often use the TV to have more time for themselves. That is exactly what I am doing now.