Conversation at the breakfast table this morning, as I opened and admired the birthday gifts the kids had given me. (Stripey purple fingerless gloves, a purple headband and some scented bathbombs).
Climber: We had to walk all around [large shopping mall] to find your presents.
Me: I didn't realise you went to [large shopping mall]! I thought you were going to [closer-by small shopping mall].
Climber: No we went to [large shopping mall], and had to walk all the way round it.
Me: (touched) Well. Thank you. I really appreciate that you went to that much effort for me.
Climber: Well, thank YOU for all the effort you always make for us.
Cherub: I hope you go to that much effort for MY birthday.
(taken this morning, he decided to dress up as Long John Silver with a bandanna and a pirate hat a'la Tim Curry in The Muppet Treasure Island)
(Taken on the weekend after a victorious soccer match)
They are two very different children...
I've been telling Cherub for the last 2 weeks that he wasn't allowed to think about his (October) birthday until after mine, clearly that only applied to up to the point of gift handover, now it's open season.
In his defense though, Cherub bounced out of bed to cuddle me and wish me a happy birthday and had a musical toy lined up ready to beep out Happy Birthday. Well, he thought it was lined up, it actually beeped out Camptown Races first off, but then it played Happy Birthday and Cherub sang along too.