boshotee

This morning, I was surprised to see my son up before me. He was hunched over the sink, clutching a toothbrush and grappling with a tube of toothpaste. I had a smile, delighted that he displayed a lot of will and initiative for a three year old. I leaned over and gave him an encouraging pat on the back. Then I realized he was clutching a purple toothbrush. I was overcome with horror. A bead of sweat ran down my mug as I wondered, “How long has this child been using my toothbrush?".

Day 1

• It was my daughter's seventh birthday yesterday.
• She wanted to have a quaint celebration at PIC.
• She invited her close friends and relatives.
• She stayed in the pool until she shriveled.
• She looked a color I usually refer to as UV Purple.
• We sang “Happy Birthday”.
• She made a wish and blew out her candles.
• Being the designated (albeit inept) photographer, I did not get an opportunity to catch a snapshot of her in the act of blowing out her candles.
• I kindly asked her to pretend to blow the candles off so that I could capture a “faux” moment. However, as I expected, she gave me a blank stare, later transforming into a look of confusion, which eventually turned into a look of refusal.
• Highlight of the day: Later that evening, we spent some time opening her gifts. Last in queue was the Nintendo DS Lite from her Mother (I did not realized that this gadget was meant to curb obesity). Her eyes lit up, her breathing became erratic from the excitement, and then out of nowhere she turned to me and said “Daddy! My wish came true!”. I asked “what was your wish?”. She replied “Nintendo Ds, duh”. Right then and there I quietly thought to myself, “thank goodness she did not wish for world peace or lower CUC rates, etc.”. No clichés with this little one.