Last week, the doors of another world were thrown open to me. Raania was invited to a kiddie birthday party by her 'friend' in the building (friend is actually 11 years older than her, but so what- friendship defies age, right?).
And so, with great excitement, we went out to shop for a birthday present and having procured two Enid Blyton books (which I was in two minds about giving away, coz I wanted to read them myself!) and two really cute t-shirts, I proceeded to wrap them up in silver wrapping paper, and to add a bit of jazz, I added some very nice ribbon. R, of course, couldn't understand just why she had to stay away from rumpling up the paper into a ball for the fiftieth time, or why her mum was rifling through her party frocks, hung in daddy's wardrobe. But she soon guessed there was some unusual activity because I kept telling her what would happen in Sania's house lest she be terrified of those twenty odd voices shrieking 'happy birthday' at the top of their voices.
D-evening dawned and R was suitably rested and fed, and looked every inch the style diva. Carrying off a deep blue silk balloon dress with an embroidered trimming, with matching accessories, she looked so adorable that I wanted to eat her up right there!
She thoroughly enjoyed the party, especially the cake cutting. She wanted to participate in all the games, even though she couldn't understand a thing. And she surprised me even more by actually eating a bit of the muffin and crisps offered to us.
Both her daddy and I are the recluses in the building, but our daughter is clearly the star. Everyone loved her, even the boy who she slapped because he was blowing a balloon in her face!
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