Magical. What is it about turning 5 that gives, a once nonchalant toddler, a newfound sense of autonomy. Overnight. Edouard went to bed unable to button his pants. He woke up coordinating his clothes to the morning's weather. Speaking of magic, he also proudly announced that his magical bum was back, the thing having mysteriously vanished for the last few days. We taught Edouard to wipe himself, a skill inherent to the pursuit of self-reliance. Simply, he was told to wipe until he couldn't find anything on the paper anymore. To his amazement (and ours), he realized that often one swipe was sufficient. For this, he proclaimed his bum to be magical - poop just doesn't stick to him (a really bad joke about a rabbit and bear comes to mind here).
According to the birthday boy, his day was "genius". He excitedly made me read his e-mail wishes, and birthday cards. He enthousiastically opened his presents - all of which were what he always wanted. He thought his cake was the bomb - a home-made chocolate moelleux cake with candied knights and dragon decorations (no, not made in somebody else's home). Met the most disagreeable little-shit-of-a-price-checker at the market while looking for the ingredients to my masterpiece. I was looking for ready-made frosting for the cake; tantamount to asking for Spaghettios in Italy as it turns out. The little shit gave me the once over and sniffed "why don't you buy a cook book?" Why don't you eat...
However, it's Hubby who took the cake with this gem: "Beautiful cake. The bakery did a fabulous job"...
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