When you have a household of boys and no girls (except for me, the Queen Bee), you kinda figure that beading birthday parties aren’t going to happen. No pink princess parties, no glamour-girl shindigs. What we DID have yesterday here at Fort Wimmer was an all-out bootcamp/Army soldier/Nerf party. And somehow the opportunity to make jewelry presented itself. I made dog tags! Each boy was given a hand-stamped dog tag (which had undergone full indoctrination in my tumbler) and it was an afternoon full of all-boy craziness.
