After sunset -- call it around 4:30 or so -- I took the twins upstairs and told them I had something special to show them. We closed the door of their room and turned off the lights, and I cracked the glowsticks for them. They were a hit, and we spent a while seeing in how many different directions we could wave them.
The novelty of this wore off a lot sooner for me than it did for them, of course, so I started to look for a way to make it more interesting. Their parents had left the ipod upstairs, so I plugged it into the stereo and started pumping out some Raffi. Dancing naturally followed.
About ten minutes later I realised this:
- It was dark
- We were dancing
- We had glowsticks
- There was loud music playing
- People were spinning around until they fell down
- Two-thirds of those present were not wearing pants
Though it would have been more (in)appropriate if I had first gotten them all hyped up on apple juice, I'm pretty sure that I just hosted a toddler rave.