I may be only four years old but I am already beginning to discover that Life Is Unfair.
I base this opinion (this is Faris
writing, by the way, and as you know I am noted for having Plenty of Opinions) on the indisputable fact that two members of our Trio of Rampaging Rascals are enjoying birthday celebrations while one of us is not. That’ll be me, then, as Nanni would say.
Yes, Tala and Lilia will be three years old tomorrow and yesterday we were at Nanni and Grandad’s house to make an Early Start on Birthday Shenanigans. The first thing
I asked Nanni, once we had said hello to the Giant Penguin who was out on the doorstep as usual wearing a hat like a birthday cake complete with candles, was whether I could open the Twins’ presents for them. Nanni looked kind of regretful because she
finds it hard to say no to me. She explained that there was a present for me, too, but to be honest, given the size of the other parcels, those intended for my girls, compared with the one with my name on, I can surely be forgiven for feeling a little underwhelmed.
It didn’t help that my present was a book which I have already. Okay so that wasn’t Nanni’s fault and it is true that the book I have at home needs replacement
having been read so much that Mummy says it is pretty dog-eared. I don’t know what dog-eared means exactly but it doesn’t sound too good. I shall try not to let any dogs, especially those with long ears, anywhere near my new book.
Nanni and I had a chat about the general Unfairness of Life and Nanni said that things have a way of turning out well in the end. As proof of this rather rash statement, she pointed
out that in March it will be my birthday and I won’t have to share it with anyone, not being a Twin, you understand. However when I asked if it would be March tomorrow, she had to admit that March is quite a long way away, a quarter of a year in fact.
You see what I mean - Life Is Unfair.
Once we had opened all the presents (I did manage to lend a helping hand through sheer determination and refusal to be thwarted)
we had cake and we honestly had just about as much fun as you can have with a birthday cake. It all started off in the time-honoured way with the cake borne aloft by Nanni, Flaming Candles on top. No, the Flaming Candles weren’t on top of Nanni, don’t
be silly, that would be downright dangerous; they were on the cake. Six candles in all, three for Tala and three for Lilia. You can tell I’m a schoolboy now, on account of my grasp of All Things Mathematical. Anyway, on top of the cake was a picture
of Anna and Elsa from Frozen and writing (in icing, how very appropriate) saying “Happy 3rd Birthday, Tala and Lilia”. No mention of me you will have noticed but we will let that pass.
I don’t quite know what possessed us but first one of The Twins pushed her thumb through Elsa’s face and then the other Twin stuck a candle in Anna’s face - and suddenly we all three had drinking straws in
our hands and were demolishing the picture until all that was left was the cake underneath. Which was truly delicious, if somewhat crumbly. Nanni described the whole episode as Cakegate for reasons which completely escape me. Come next March, when I am five
years old and therefore fully grown-up, I may understand some of Nanni’s stranger sayings. Or, possibly, not.
After Cakegate Mummy and Nanni decided that
we needed to go through what they called “Acclimatisation” for our Christmas Sleepover. This involved clambering into beds, hiding under duvets, trampolining (aka bouncing on the bed) and much Merry Mayhem. All this bodes very well, we three think,
for Christmas Eve though what Mummy and Nanni think I’m not totally sure.
We did, however, demonstrate how perfectly behaved we will be when it comes
to Christmas Dinner, even though Nanni hadn’t made nearly enough roast potatoes to go with our chicken dinner. It was a good thing she had this run-through before the Big Day when it will be important that she gets it right, in all matters Roast Potato
Sadly, Nanni won’t be with us tomorrow which is Tala and Lilia’s actual birthday. It’s going to be another day of coping with the Double
Adorability Of Birthday Twins while trying to hide my disappointment that it isn’t March already.
Life simply isn’t fair. Full stop.