For my brothers third birthday, we had a construction worker party, and my mom was in charge of making the piñata. She decided to make it look like a wrecking ball. Now my mom is a very lovely woman who is good at many things. Making piñatas is not one of them. She ended up putting about 10 different layers of mâché paper over the balloon, making it nearly indestructible. Which brings us to the story.

On his birthday, my mom brought out the piñata. Each kid got to hit the piñata a couple of times with the plastic baseball bat. After each kid tried about 5 times, the wrecking ball didn't even have a dent in it. The adults figured that maybe the kids weren't strong
enough to break it, so they had all of the older kids hit it with the bat a couple of times. Still absolutely nothing. Even Spencer, who was one of the strongest kids in our neighborhood, couldn't even make a scratch.

Then my parents decided to bring out the big guns: The Dads hitting the piñata with metal bats. If our dads couldn't break it, than this piñata was really indestructible. They tried on their own. Nothing. They tried hitting it all together at the same time. Still nothing. This was when we found out that this piñata was unbreakable. We gave up on trying to break it open. So my dad got out a hacksaw and cut it open.

The moral of the story is to never let my mom make a piñata. She hasn't made one since, and probably never will make one again. But hey, if you need a wrecking ball, my mom knows how to make one.

-Sophie