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Nathan was invited to his friend Jack's second birthday party up in Mill Valley.
It was right after Nathan's swim class at 3, and he didn't take a nap earlier in the day so on the drive up he fell asleep in the back seat.
Once we got there, I hung out with Nathan in the car for a good half-an-hour while he took a snooze, but at 4P we had to wake him up to go party-party-party.
Upon waking up I said, "don't you want to go inside to the party."
"No party," he said, in a tired and sort of aggravated ("why'd you wake me up!") tone...
"There will be cake and ice cream," I continued.
He looked at me and said, in a very small voice completely devoid of enthusiasm, "yay.... a party."