Cian celebrated his 5th birthday last Monday, though I am not too sure if you really can ‘celebrate’ a birthday on a Monday (as the photo above suggests). Nor was he all too happy about only being 5. So after a couple of minutes of five-dom he added another balloon and unilaterally declared himself 6. This is a much better age to be. In Hokkaido when you are 6 you can vote, drive a car, get served alcohol in a bar, gamble at a casino, carry a concealed weapon and attend elementary school. You can also do all of these at the elementary school too.
Or so Sanae tells me.
Anyway, Cian was 5, sorry, 6 on Monday and we got him a big creamy sponge cake with lots of strawberries with a side dish of strawberries and some strawberry juice to wash it all down. He ate a slice then shot the rest of it up with his hitherto concealed 9mm Glock automatic. No he didn’t but yes, just one slice. Mammy has had to eat the rest of the cake, though Cian was kind enough to eat all the strawberries first. Mammy and her waistline are not happy about this, not happy at all.
That’s the problem with Monday birthdays.
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