And now, a little light music…
Oh the stories I could tell if only that light music weren’t playing. I could tell you about the angel food cake and the strawberries and how Helena only ate the strawberries. I could tell you about Helena’s birthday dress and how she actually wore it to school and was much admired by one and all. I could tell you about how we rode on Thomas the Tank Engine and how perfectly calm and nice everyone running the event was — and how my inborn NYC suspiciousness melted under the onslaught of their niceness and how it made the whole potentially manic afternoon a lovely birthday treat for the three year old and her family. I could tell you how Daniel lost his first tooth this morning and how he howled his confusion and loss and pleasure in a great roar of feeling that almost shook the dishes off the shelves. I could tell you how I am sneaking away for a day to Stitches East with Amy and how guilty and pleased I feel. And if that music weren’t playing you could hear me say that there are photos for most of these stories and I could even hint quietly at the story I am writing about a dragon St. Patrick overlooked. But that light music is so darn loud that all this will have to wait until I can figure out how to turn it off. Until then, enjoy the Mantovani.
