FUCK!
There is a "bounce house" on my street (one of those inflatable jumping houses for kids). Why am I pissed that there is one of these things in my neighborhood? It is a reminder to me that my son was not invited to yet another birthday party.
He LOVES bounce houses, he is going to be sad when he can't go over and play in it. Ask if he can go? Sure, if I spoke Spanish. I have tried to help him make friends here. It is not easy, even when they do speak English........They treat him like he is some sort of poisonous bug. The little brats next door still don't acknowledge him when we say "hi". I've invited them over for parties and they ignore my son. I want to cry. My son knows he is different, he does try. Even his own cousins barely play with him or put the effort into it. Mr. S pointed out that we will be going to the pumpkin patch and they have the bounce houses there. That's not the point, the point is my son is left out again.