A time once travelled

Me: Good Morning David, you know today is my birthday!
David, reluctant at first, after muttering leave-me-alone-i-want-to-sleep-i-hate-centre-de-loisir, opened his eyes wide and popped himself up off the bed: Hmm, good morning mama, happy birthday, what’s your gift?
Me: You always go direct to the point don’t you?
David: What? What’s your gift?
Me: Nothing. I don’t want any gift. I already have all I need.
David: What’s your gift?
Me: Well, I already have the two nicest gifts. You and papa! David and papa, I don’t really need anymore than that.
David: Ben, you can have transformers if you want. You know papa and I went to this big toy store and they have plenty of toys there. I like robot transformer, so maybe you can have one.
Me: Well, I don’t need any transformers. As I said I already have you and papa!
David: But I am not a toy!

So the day went by without so much ado! I grew up without big bangs on each birthday and somehow on days like this, it does suit me. Less fuss the better.
Hubby anyhow wanted to celebrate. “Well okay, maybe just a bottle of champagne and that’s it!”

By 7 pm in the metro, sandwiched in the crowded car, the groovy sound of my phone rung loud. “I got bad news, hubby said; someone tried to break in the house, the door lock is completely broken!”
 
Lola picks up David from school. Today is no ordinary day. It’s my birthday. Someone tried to break in the house.
Lola and David couldn’t get in so she called the top-listers of France’s emergencies. The pompier to force-open the door, which failed so they took a really tall ladder that could reach our fourth floor and forced open a window to open the door for lola and David; police, to investigate the “crime” scene. No dead bodies, or “I -know-what-you-did-last-summer letter, you see, still burglary is a crime, so; SOS (emergency) doctor, for lola, who got a panic attack that shoot her blood pressure faster than they launch a rocket out of the outer space; and a locksmith, to repair the broken lock so we could pretend to sleep peacefully tonight.
900 euros lang naman!!!

Hubby, thoughtful as he is, still opened a bottle of champagne, when our little world seemed back to its normalcy. After two glasses and a half, I read my corners on the net. Read some really deep thought-provoking message, I thought it was excellent. But I somehow know the person writing the message, so I highlighted a few words, googled it inbetween quotes and the origin popped on my screen.
Reading someone’s writings, making it sounds as their own. Bugs me. I spent four fucking years in university to learn not to plagiarize. You don’t get D on the net. But no one calls the police when someone plagiarizes on the virtual world either.

Some free world!

Some birthday huh!!!

Oh ok, thanks to my bosses and colleagues who sweetened up the day

Happy birthday to cousin Grace and Kuya Linsu.

Blog, my son is into it again.

 

We cuddled up for a night’s sleep. Cheek-to-cheek, his right arm wrapped around my neck, fingers gingerly caressing my ear. This is his favourite cradle before sleeping… and mine too.

“David, you know poor papa is celebrating his birthday alone with no birthday cake and candle to blow.”

“Il est où maintenant maman? Il n’a pas de cake et cadeaux?”

“He is sleeping alone in a hotel somewhere in the
UK. No cake and no gifts.”

“Mais tu m’as dit que il a déjà acheté buzz l’éclair pour mon cadeau.”

“Ah, that he did. But it’s his birthday today and we should get him something special. What do you want us to give to papa?”

“Ben, on va donner à papa de caca, de pipi et de poot-poot!” Laughing his heart out, as if he just said the joke of the century.

“Ok then, that would be easy to do. You do caca, pipi et poot-poot tomorrow and then we wrap them with a special paper!”

“And you, what do you want for your birthday!”

Still laughing: “Ben, lola va m’acheter un bateau de pirate!”

“Ok, what do you want from papa and mama?”

“Je veux un bateau de pirate, c’est tout!”

“Well, mama wants to give you something, papa wants to buy you something. Each of us will get something; you’ll have to tell us what you want.”

Thinking hard…. “Ben, papa peut m’acheter une voiture de “Lightning Mcqueen”.

“You already got that one, you can’t have the same. And please no more cars, you’ve got plenty already!”

“Oui, mais je veux “lightning mcqueen” en bleu!”

“Ok, so we’ll tell papa about it.”

“Et toi maman, tu va me donner quoi?”

“It’s really easy David, on your birthday I’ll give you caca, pipi and poot-poot, just like what you will give to papa!”

He sat up so quickly (which surprised me!), turned his body towards me and shouted:

“Je vais te donner un coup de pied!!”

It was my turn to laugh so fucking loud!

Serves you a lesson coquin!