The boy had a grand time, and no rain cloud would spoil his day. Two of the menfolk held a bar in the air from which the pinata was suspended in the living room, as it was too wet and rainy to do the pinata outside. This actually was much better, because no one got dirt or grass in their goody bags. The pinata was way more stable than I'd hoped, and each kid got three turns of three hits, and every single kid managed to knock some candy out. I'd be surprised if any of the 6 kids had less than 2 pounds of candy and toys at the end of the scramble. They really whacked the crap out of that thing, too. The birthday boy knocked off the gun on the very first hit.
I learned a painful lesson last time I made a pinata. I used the free local paper (D. Observer) for the project, not thinking about the fact that although the exterior was completely painted and the text obscured, the explicit strip club ads and escort service ads were plastered all over the inside of the partially disgorged pinata. Cringing as I watched the kids tear into that one, I made a serious note to self to exercise more caution in future about which papers to use.
I gave him a cap rifle with about 1200 rounds of caps. I think he shot about 100 before the party was over. He was thrilled with his little Leatherman knife, and thanked me again before I left. Not bad manners for a 5 year old. He had quite a haul, between all the doting relatives. It was a grand day, and now I'm exhausted.
I hope your week is half as great as my Sunday was.