It's my birthday. Great pressies, cake and candles at work and dinner with half the family at The Smith. Skyping with the other half last night.
Caspie behaved magnificently at The Smith, young urban sophisticate that he is. I suspect he was the first child to cross their threshold ever, but he dined, surrounded by execs in business suits, wearing his red Ralph Loren polo (purchased at a school fete for $1.00) and was by far the most handsome male in the room.
Closely followed of course by his relatives.
Yesterday - Sunday in the park with Caspie
Caspie doesn't look so good. "I need a pick me up. What's that over Mummy's shoulder?"
"Coffee!"
"Problem is how does a guy get the lid off these things?"
"Oh now I see! I can drink it through the hole in the lid. Just like my sippy cup. You'd think grown-ups would have something more elegant really".
"Oh no! I've lost the lot!"
"Waiter! Bring me another coffee pronto!"
"Oh cripes! I hope he hurries! I've totally got the jitters"
