All day I have been quoting to myself that poem by A A Milne, the first line of which is “Now I am one, I have just begun.” Do you know the one I mean? The last two lines are particularly relevant today: “Now
I am six and as clever as clever / I think I’ll stay six now for ever and ever!”
Yes, Faris the Rascal is six years old today. He is celebrating at
home, opening what his mother, Middle of the Darling Daughters describes as “a gazillion of presents”, eating birthday cake and enduring a rendition of “Happy Birthday” sung by Mr B and me, across the miles, courtesy of FaceTime, every
knowing grandparents’ favourite piece of new technology.
The Rascal is nothing if not direct. “Do you have a present for me?” he demands. I do
love the directness of a six year old. I remember lecturing my own Foursome on the importance of not showing disappointment on opening a present that they might have already received from someone else. They understood exactly what I meant: “How lovely!”
I still recall (with a slight shudder) the Eldest of the Darling Daughters saying as she opened a present from one of her best friends: “ANOTHER writing set!”
The Rascal is not deterred by the promise that we have his birthday present here waiting for him when he and his sisters visit us the weekend after next for more Birthday She-Nanni-gans. “Can I see the sofa?” he asks, slyly. He is, I realise,
expecting to catch sight of our present, all wrapped up in Dinosaur Related wrapping paper, sitting on the sofa. What he doesn’t know is that his present was only delivered half an hour previously from the Amazon Jungle and is still residing in its (over
large) cardboard box in the hallway.
To divert attention from the Rascal’s present, I show the Trio the popcorn maker I have been given by the lovely Kay
who helps me keep my house in order - “free to a good home!” she had messaged me and I knew just the home for it. Come the Trio’s next visit, I am reckoning it will add just the right level of Popping Party Spirit.
Talking of parties, what looked like every member of Seahorse Class joined The Rascal for his party on Sunday afternoon. I couldn’t be there in person, of course, but the Youngest of the Darling
Daughters, in her role of Official Party Photographer, sent me photo after photo, followed by video after video, to make absolutely sure that I didn’t miss out too much. I had to play the videos in the kitchen because the noise of the party was interrupting
Mr B’s enjoyment of the afternoon’s TV. It looked like tremendous fun. The party, that is, not the afternoon’s television fare.
it will be up to me to supply Birthday Part Two in a couple of weeks time. The Rascal will have to share the birthday honours with his auntie as we will also be celebrating the Youngest of the Darling Daughters’ birthday. You know what I am going to
say - why celebrate one person’s birthday when you could celebrate two persons’ birthday. Especially when both are numbered among my Best Beloved.
is, indeed, a very special age as A A Milne so rightly decreed and as Young Faris would wholeheartedly agree. He won’t, however much I might secretly wish it, stay six “for ever and ever.”
But I rather suspect he will always be Our Rascal. For ever and ever.