When Vincenzo woke up today I told him he could have anything he wanted for breakfast, since it was his real birthday. He asked for this:
It’s his own Belgian-Italian fusion cuisine: Belgian waffle on bottom, then whipped cream, then berries, all topped off with a bed of noodles. He ate every last bite of it, too. I’m submitting the recipe to Parents Magazine—other mothers need to know about this!
Next I dressed Vincenzo for his special day at school. Only after we had gotten there did I realize that this may not have been the choicest shirt for a boy on his fourth birthday.
The shirt, it turns out, was the least of his problems, as we discovered at dinner that something was a bit off about his jeans…
What do you think? Is this a daft four-year-old who put his pants on backwards…or a highly advanced four-year-old who can zip and snap his pants on backwards? Either way, it wasn’t until we got home and changed him into his PJs that we realized he was commando that entire time, which is more concerning anyway.
Dinner was a blast. Vincenzo talked in jibberish with Abby the whole time until finally one of them yelled, “I WENT PEE PEE IN MY PANTS!” as ends all dates the two of them have. They’ve both been potty trained for forever but they seem to lose control of their bodily functions when they’re together. We’re thus setting an expiration date of “puberty” on their relationship.
Happy birthday, little D. As long as I’m living, my flying, fighting, secret agent shell ninja turtle you’ll be.