Mummy seems to be spending an inordinate amount of time on the phone lately. No, I am not at all sure what "inordinate" means but I rather think it is Birthday Party Related.
It is, indeed, that time of year again. Ever since The Twinkles celebrated their second birthday in December, I have been counting down the days till it would be my turn to be the Birthday Person. It seemed such a long time to me. Nanni says when you
reach a Great Age the time goes much more quickly; she finds it hard to believe that it is almost March. I can only hope she gets her act together before next weekend when I am counting on her to be planning all manner of she-Nanni-gans to celebrate the fact
that I will be four years old and therefore Almost a Grown Up.
This is Faris, of course, aka The Rampaging Rascal, taking over the writing of the Daily Blog for today. I haven't checked if this is okay with
Nanni but I am sure she will be duly grateful that she can leave it to me to express my Many Opinions so that she doesn't have to struggle to think up any of her own. Besides, as far as I am concerned, she needs to be spending any spare time she has, between
looking after Grandad and general larking about (of which she appears to do a great deal IMHO), preparing for next Saturday when she will be hosting the first day of my Birthday Weekend. There's no need to be sorry for her, you know, she will be In Her Element.
Whatever that may be.
Going back to where I started this Blog, there's Mummy on the telephone again. She says she is talking to Poppy's mother and telling her that Sunday's birthday party is off, owing to
the fact that I have not been on my Best Behaviour. It is at least the fourth time she has made the same phone call and I am starting to Smell A Rat. It is, after all, a bit late in the day to start cancelling arrangements for my Birthday Bounce Party, especially
when I have invited all the most Tigger-ish of my friends.
I discussed all this with my friend Poppy at pre-school playgroup earlier this week. We were holding court at the water table at the time which was
enormous fun, though somewhat wet. Poppy, who is pretty clever for a girl, told me she couldn't remember my mummy calling her mummy even once, let alone four times. She thinks it is possible that my mummy may be making pretend phone calls. I am shocked beyond
measure. Though I do also have a certain sneaking respect for my mummy for even thinking up such deviousness.
She has also made similar phone calls to Nanni, suggesting that she should take my birthday present
back to the shop unless and until I stop Rampaging. To be honest I'm not too worried because I can't imagine Nanni doing any such thing, not when she has so many other things to think about. I've also noticed that Nanni doesn't always do as she's told. She
is a lot like me in that regard.
Among our plans for the Birthday Weekend is a trip to the theatre, just the two of us, to see a play called "Monstersaurus." We are going into town on a bus and Nanni is getting
very excited about this because it will be my first time accompanying her on her bus. Me, I am more of a Cabbie Type but that comes of having a Daddy who is a London cabbie and knows his way all around London, the back streets and all. If ever I take a ride
on a roundabout, I make sure to ride in the black cab if there is one. Let others ride on the double decker bus or the fire engine - it's the black cab for me every time. One day when I am older, say five years old or so, I may become a cabbie, like my Dad.
It's a toss-up between that, a lifeguard on Littlehampton beach or, possibly, a doctor.
"Monstersaurus" should be good though Nanni, being Nanni, may find it a bit scary. It's a very good thing I will be with
her, don't you think?
Tala and Lilia say: We aren't going to see the Monster Roaring Show because we aren't three years old already and the theatre won't let us in. We think this is Age Discrimination but
Mummy says we will have a good time while our brother Faris and our Nanni (who is Faris's Nanni as well as ours - she really needs a few more pairs of hands) are at the show. We will be there for all the rest of the Birthday she-Nanni-gans in any case, including
the Blowing Out Of The Candles. We are practising singing Happy Birthday though we much prefer Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star and Wind the Bobbin Up both of which have much better actions.
We played Pass the
Parcel at our birthday party but Mummy said "Never again!" on account of none of us being prepared to play the game. As in passing the parcel, you understand. She definitely meant it, too.
At least until the