rebecca goes fourth
Sunday, March 16, 2008
It's Becca's fourth birthday today. Not that we can convince herself of that: we brought a birthday cake into crèche on Friday for the first wave of celebrations (that way you're spared either having to invite all thirty-odd of the little sods over here, or worse, having to work out which of them are her best friends this particular week and issuing more exclusive invitations, with all the potential for awkward carpark encounters with the parents of the excluded that that entails.)
So that was that party out of the way. Trouble is, some sanctimonious pedant has apparently told Becca that you only get one birthday and she's convinced that Friday's was it. So logically, numerically, any subsequent birthday, this afternoon's for instance, must be her fifth. Which means she gets to go to school, right? What do you mean, no? Mummy says I have to be four for a YEAR! she indignantly informed Jack yesterday, as though I had unjustly imposed the mother of all Time Outs (or should that be Times Out, like courts martial?)
Still, we do the best we can: the tuatara cake's a somewhat zoologically licentious vision in chemical blues, purples, and greens, we've stocked up on pink balloons and party hats, we've caved in on party bags and even managed to wrap the goldfish. And both girls have passed out from the sheer excitement of it all. Probably just as well. Now we need to do is wait...
(Happy birthday, you mouthy little bugger...)
1 Comments:
Happy belated birthday, Becca!
Good lord, four. FOUR. I last saw her when she was 19 months old. Wah.
Lots of love from us all!xxx
