This reminds me of dd's 1st birthday party.
We had it in a park in my neighborhood, which was filled with yoga pants wearing, pumpkin spice loving white SAHMs with nothing to do (no shade, I'm currently a SAHM with nothing to do
). Anyway, it was a really nice park and we had our family there and a bounce house, and catered food. Becky had her dog running around loose in the park. He came over by the bounce house and peed. She came over like, "Oh its ok. He loves children. He's not going to hurt any of them." DH's aunt went off before I had the chance to. She was like, "You see we're having a children's party here. How are you going to let your dog pee where children are obviously playing. You are rude and you need to remove yourself and your dog." Becky said, "This isn't YOUR park. You can't tell me what I need to do." Dh's aunt was like, "I just told you you need to leave." So she left and came back a little while later with a police officer and was like, "They're trying to tell me I can't be in the park and they don't even have a permit to be having this party."
She was hot as hell when I handed the officer the permit and he told her she had to leave.
And to think, I actually wasn't going to get the permit because people usually leave everyone alone there. Something in my spirit told me to just get it.