My Childless Xillennial Ass Went To Five Kid Birthday Parties In January, So Here Are Some Observations

Bounce me.

Across the five parties, I think I hit all ages 1–5. Nice. Nice. If you don’t know the word “xillennial” in the headline, it means a blend of Gen X and millennial. I believe we settled on it referring to birthdays from 1977 to 1983. I was dead in the middle of that: 1980. I have no kids because I experience infertility, henceforth a lot of people may read the below as resentful or bitter in some way. It’s not. It’s just observational and that’s it.

“Significant Male Factor Infertility.”

Here lie some observations:

There is a bounce house at virtually every one of these parties, regardless of age.

This now seems like table-stakes, to the point that you don’t know if the house is more for the adults or the kids.

It’s usually a good time, even for the barren and childless