It’s Fainjin’s birthday today. He woke up early, and for the first time remembered to “sneak” around the house as he got up and dressed. Every other morning he has bounded out of bed sometime between 5:30 and 6am, landing like a ton of bricks, and thundered through the house to the loo, only to thunder back again a few minutes later and apparently bounce off every single wall on his way.
The Dad was up first, and wished him a happy birthday, telling him he was seven now. “I’m not seven yet, Dad,” he was informed. “I’m still six. I’m turning seven today.” I suppose he’s technically correct – he wasn’t born until late afternoon…
We’d held his birthday party last month, before school ended. We’ve found in the past that lots of people are away at this time of year, and even the ones who aren’t tend to lose track of the days. They say yes they’ll come to the party, then the day after ring and apologise because they’ve realised they missed it. Much easier all round to hold the party during the school term.
So today was a family day, with Nana and auntie and beloved cousins coming to help mark the occasion. Presents were opened, jelly and cake and chippies consumed…
…and at some point during the day Fainjin turned seven.
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