Gus, not 10 yet, but who's counting?

Twelve nine year olds were here today for three hours.  It feels like nine three year olds were here for 12 hours.  It was chaotic.  I am tired.  Bring back the big-appetited-teenagers.  They are much more manageable.  I'm not sure Gus is getting another birthday party.  Ever.  I don't think I can do it again.  Last year was  bad enough.  Today was crazeeee.  They were outside.  They were inside.  Some stayed outside.  Some stayed inside.  They chased chickens.  They caught chickens.  The played with the cat.  They tried to play with the cat INDOORS.  They really liked our giant Nerf Swords (Hint: Hide those next year.... oh never mind there's not going to BE a next year).  They can come back again when they are terrifyingly big, loud, hungry teenagers.  They won't make me so tired.  May post pictures.  May just try to forget the whole experience.  (Oh and those who notice these things: you are correct: it is NOT Gus' birthday until December 19th.  But puhlease.... I'm stewpid enough to try a repeat of last years party where they were inside the whole time due to the cold weather.