HOORAY FOR THE BIRTHDAY BEAVER!
You ever said something in all innocence that you later come to regret? If any men are reading this, and you aren't nodding, you are only deluding yourself, believe me. Fact is, guys, I bet we all say at least one thing a day where, as soon as the words leave our mouth, we think 'Oops'.
Anyway, this is one of those moments. It's my daughter's eighth birthday today, by the way. Six years ago, in order to make her birthday more exciting (as if kids need revving up more for the occasion), I built on the concept of gift leaving visitors, a la Easter Bunny and Father Christmas, and introduced the story of the Birthday Beaver. The more perceptive among you will now be thinking 'bad move'. And you could be right.
Back to the present day, and last night, notes and a treat were left out for the Birthday Beaver, and an excited little girl went off to bed, hoping to detect the slap of a leathery tail on the hall floor. And, to be fair, he didn't disappoint. All dads out there will be mightily impressed that my darling daughter asked for a Scalextric. And she's also very pleased with her Avril Lavigne guitar tab book (one of the funniest sounds in the world is my girl in her car seat, MP3 player on, eyes closed, belting out 'When You're Gone' - it sounds like a cat being strangled).
But. I can see that day coming when an older child, perhaps intent on cruelty, perhaps hoping to enlighten her to the grim reality of life, points out that the Easter Bunny and Father Christmas don't exist. And through tearful eyes, my daughter, clinging to the one last hope of magic in her life, will look up at them and say 'But what about the Birthday Beaver?'
What have I done?
To end with, she also got a cuddly version of The Owl for her birthday. Or La Chouette, as the French makers of this rather sadistic series of cartoons call him. If you think you've had a bad day, believe me, it's nothing compared to the Owl.....
You ever said something in all innocence that you later come to regret? If any men are reading this, and you aren't nodding, you are only deluding yourself, believe me. Fact is, guys, I bet we all say at least one thing a day where, as soon as the words leave our mouth, we think 'Oops'.
Anyway, this is one of those moments. It's my daughter's eighth birthday today, by the way. Six years ago, in order to make her birthday more exciting (as if kids need revving up more for the occasion), I built on the concept of gift leaving visitors, a la Easter Bunny and Father Christmas, and introduced the story of the Birthday Beaver. The more perceptive among you will now be thinking 'bad move'. And you could be right.
Back to the present day, and last night, notes and a treat were left out for the Birthday Beaver, and an excited little girl went off to bed, hoping to detect the slap of a leathery tail on the hall floor. And, to be fair, he didn't disappoint. All dads out there will be mightily impressed that my darling daughter asked for a Scalextric. And she's also very pleased with her Avril Lavigne guitar tab book (one of the funniest sounds in the world is my girl in her car seat, MP3 player on, eyes closed, belting out 'When You're Gone' - it sounds like a cat being strangled).
But. I can see that day coming when an older child, perhaps intent on cruelty, perhaps hoping to enlighten her to the grim reality of life, points out that the Easter Bunny and Father Christmas don't exist. And through tearful eyes, my daughter, clinging to the one last hope of magic in her life, will look up at them and say 'But what about the Birthday Beaver?'
What have I done?
To end with, she also got a cuddly version of The Owl for her birthday. Or La Chouette, as the French makers of this rather sadistic series of cartoons call him. If you think you've had a bad day, believe me, it's nothing compared to the Owl.....
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but, anyways, in the north of Spain we have an amazing mountains, with really great snow.
I'd really want to visit the north on UK, specially Scotland, and I'm working hard for gane the money!!
xoxo
Happy, happy, happy birthday to your daughter!
I'm a bit troubled, though... What's all this about Father Christmas and the Easter Bunny not existing? I must not have gotten the memo