I have all kinds of pictures of me and my childhood friends at birthday parties. We are sitting around someone’s kitchen table with dorky hats on, a homemade cake in the center and a smiling/grimacing parent in the background. Nary a stretch limo in sight. In fact, I’d venture to guess that my parents’ attitude would be that children do not belong in a stretch limo. On a good day, my dad barely wanted us in his car for fear of the damage we’d do. Now, kids’ parties include live entertainment and stretch limos. Our live entertainment was tossing icing at each other when mom wasn’t looking. Times they are a’changin.