When all of the girls showed up, our son announced, "I'm retreating!". Later, when his good friend from school and the neigbor kids dropped by, he decided that there was enough testosterone present for him to enjoy the party.

Our neigbors even got into the act. We plyed them with cake, pizza, and rock climbing to fend off any noise complaints-- eighth grade girls are NOISY.

My sister's sweet MIL made the cake. Very chic pink and brown polka dots to go with the party colors.