Musings of Mommy Dearest: small bump in the road.

Ethan turned 7 this past Saturday.

We threw him a party at the local Skateland complete with a huge cake, pizza, and endless pitchers of Coke. It was chaotic with at least 7 other birthday parties going on simultaneously, but I expected that. He had fun.

I think. See, in the middle of his party, he kind of got an attitude. And so did I once I caught a glimpse of said attitude.

Let me explain.

Ethan is a happy kid. By that I mean from practically day one he's been a "smiler." He would wake up in the morning with a huge grin on his face like he'd just been dreaming of either breastmilk or having a conversation with God.

He's always been pretty easygoing - so to see him have a mini meltdown at his party was difficult for me. I wasn't sure how to approach him.

Here's the story -

This kid LOVES (all caps for a reason) the Nickelodeon band, "Big Time Rush."

Loves.

So being the birthday boy, he was allowed to enter the "DJ booth" and hang out for a bit with all the members of his birthday party. Well, while he was up there, the DJ asked what his favorite song was. I was standing behind Ethan, taking pictures so I heard the whole thing firsthand. Bobby and I already knew he was going to ask him that so I had my iPod ready to play some BTR because the DJ had already told us they didn't have any of their music.

Mommy and Daddy to the rescue, right? WRONG!

He was completely embarrassed at the mere mention of BTR. He freaked out that I would even suggest them as his favorite band. He very obviously hated being the center of attention and stated so matter-of-factly, "I don't HAVE a favorite song!!!"

The DJ did all he could to contain his laughter. I couldn't blame him -I'm sure in all his 2 months of working there he had never witnessed such a scene. I was crushed. This was supposed to be fun, not embarrassing or devastating to him.

I took him aside afterward and asked what the deal was. Plain and simply, he just didn't like BTR anymore (that was the first I had ever heard of THAT!) and didn't have a favorite song AND didn't want the DJ to play any song for him.

Well, okay.....

"But," I told him, "You could have handled that differently."

And then I did my best mom impersonation and explained just what "differently" meant. He seemed to be listening.

Then his favorite song came on and he skated off.