Well the 'big boy' just got that little bit bigger today. Cian celebrated his third birthday and discovered that there is one day in the year when everybody has to be nice to you, even if you throw a temper tantrum and various toys around the room because your new train won't go around the tracks the way you want it to, even if does involve defying the laws of physics and gravity.
It was a wet Saturday so we confined ourselves to the house, the train set and copious amounts of strawberry and cream cake (with extra strawberries!), and vowed to go out tomorrow instead, if it is not too cold.
Cian seemed to enjoy his birthday, well, he definitely enjoyed the day, but I am not too sure if he has still quite grasped the concept of 'birthday'. Rather, he probably thinks it was just one of those bizarre, can't explain, but-what-the-hell-let's-enjoy-the-good-times-when-they-come, days when everybody is nice to him and new toys appear as if by magic.
In years to come I'm sure he'll know what it is and milk it is for all it is worth.
And in years and years to come, when the paths walked stretch further than the road ahead, he'll probably just want to quietly ignore it (but his wife and three sisters won't let him).
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