KB and her cousin Joshua have been cooking up the idea of having a Mission Party for, literally, weeks now.

Its a very exclusive and secretive event: Parents are clearly NOT invited, and aren’t even allowed to know exactly what a Mission Party even is.

I think, but this is just my totally ignorant, uninformed opinion, that the Mission Party is something they did at GAs* on a Wednesday night, and KB had so much fun that she wants to recreate this event at home.

But that’s just me guessing.

*GAs is basically a Bible Study about Missions & Missionaries and is held on Wednesday nights at church, and is KB’s *most* favorite extra-curricular activity EVER, and one of these days I’ll post more about it on the blog.

So anyway.

For weeks, KB and Joshua and Annie talked incessantly and made plans for this Mission Party they were going to have. They planned their wardrobes, the food, and the activities. Mission party, mission party, mission party = that was all Betsy and I heard about for WEEKS. We finally decided that even though they weren’t going to tell us what a Mission Party is, we’d let them do it anyway.

KB even made hand-made invitations to send to all of their friends.

I apologize if your invitation was, ah, ummm, er….lost in the mail…. they may not have *actually* been mailed by me whoever the irresponsible person was who was supposed to mail them.

Saturday arrived, the date of the big Missions celebration.

KB, the hostess with the mostess,set the table for 172 of her closest friends. Before you think I’m too horrible for not mailing out her invitations, I did call or text a few okay, two of her friends, and everyone both of them had other plans.

We put out trays of strawberries, grapes, Vienna Sausages (I told you, it was fancy!), chips and Velveeta cheese dip. Hubby cooked hamburgers on the grill (for the adults who had to eat in the kitchen), and the kids had fish sticks and pizza rolls.

Truly an elegant event.

Fancy clothes were required. Sequins mandatory. KB chose this splendid dress for the occasion (it does have sequins around the neckline):

And Annie’s dress had sequins and sparkles, too:

But Joshua’s outfit took the cake. Here’s one of the Village People Joshua in his Mission Party finery: tie (though not in the expected at-the-collar position: the fashionable men are clipping them on to their pockets this year), khaki pants, Fireman rain boots, and a Policeman’s hat. Oh, yeah…he also had a clip-on name tag.

Because that’s what you wear when you dress up for a very important party. Don’t you forget it.

I was only allowed to snap these four pictures quickly with my cell phone before I was thrown out of the room. Parents not allowed, you know…

But…..judging by what I could hear from the kitchen, I think the Mission Party was basically a loud and silly karaoke party with music from High School Musical interspersed with a few of the more catchy hymns thrown in.

There was lots of raucous laughter and every once in a while I could catch a glimpse of someone dancing on the coffee table.

Until they caught me sneaking a peek through the french doors.

Recipe for a successful Missionary Party: High School Musical soundtrack. Loud. Vienna Sausages. Village People clothing.

Though I have a feeling that’s not *exactly* how they did it at church on Wednesday night….