Nanni turns up on the doorstep carrying what looks like a dinosaur playground on a plate. You have to hand it to my Nanni, she is good at The Unexpected.
I like Nanni's
dinosaurs. They are not half so scary as the ones at the Natural History Museum where I went for my Birthday Treat. Mummy said they weren't real but you could have fooled me. You should have seen them! You should have heard them! Well, perhaps you have in
which case you will understand exactly what I mean. I may be three years old now, which is practically grown-up, but I had the welfare of The Twinkles to consider. They are only just one year old and sometimes a Big Brother has to speak up on behalf of the
There are six dinosaurs in Nanni's playground on a plate, two on top of, and four cavorting around, the green mound which Nanni says is a birthday cake. Apparently it once had chocolate stars and
sprinkles decorating it but these all fell off in the boot of the car while Nanni and Grandad were driving to my house. Grandad reckons this says a great deal about Nanni's hard braking and Extreme Disregard for Corners. I've no idea what he is talking about
and Nanni, unusually, doesn't seem to want to explain.
I take all six dinosaurs out of the playground on a plate. Nanni looks at the sorry green mound left behind and gives a kind of laughing sigh. She says
we will put it all back together again later on. Why we should want to do this, I can't imagine but keep reading and you will find out in time.
I have to share my Birthday Party Day with Nanni because it is
something called Mother's Day. I don't see why Mothers have a day all to themselves but they do. I made my Mummy a card at pre-school playgroup with two chocolates stuck inside. It made her cry. Do you think this was because there were only two chocolates?
Next year (I am presuming there will be a next year?) I will make sure she gets three chocolates, one from me and one from each of The Twinkles. That should do it, don't you think?
What is a little unfair,
IMHO, is that Nanni is allowed to open her present more or less as soon as she arrives - but Yours Truly has to wait until Special Auntie Karen turns up so that we can have a Grand Present Opening. So why doesn't Nanni have to wait, same as me? The older I
get, the more I am aware of Life's Little Unfairnesses. I make my feelings known so Nanni says I can open one of the presents from Grandad and her. Well, what a disappointment that is! It's just something to wear, that's all. Now, some of my presents to wear
are Ace, like my super smart Batman shirt from Auntie Anne and Co and my fabulous Dress Up As A Dinosaur costume from my Great Godmother, Pat. Nanni's jumper isn't in the same league - though I guess it will keep me warm. I will probably thank her one day.
Once Auntie Karen arrive, things improve considerably on the Present Front. As in, I am allowed to open everything. I am, indeed, a Lucky Rascal. Going to bed, in particular, will be so much more fun now I have a secret
dinosaur torch. Bet you wish you had one.
Nanni rescued all her dinosaurs from the toy microwave where they were cooking and put them back on the green mound which turned out to be my birthday cake. Well,
who'd have thought it? I was giggling so much that it took me about five tries to blow out my candles. Despite the fact that there were only three of them.
Nanni says that people don't often remember much
before they are three years old. All I can say is, what a good job I have recorded the main events of my first three years on the Daily Blog.
I should have known it would all be worth it one day.