Leila just waking up: Mama. In my dream I had up slippers (high heels). And they were lighting up every time I walk.
How time till I can have real up slippers?
Waaaa Waaaaa, I want up slippers.
Me: Well, don’t you complain about your neck hurting, and your legs hurting?
Me: High heels would only make it worse. (We go through the high heels discussion many times a week.)
Rahul wakes up.
Leila: In Rahul’s dream he had a ball.
Rahul: No I didn’t have a ball.
Leila: Yes he had a ball.
Me: You mean in your dream Leila, Rahul had a ball?
Leila: In my dream I had up slippers and Rahul had a ball.
This morning –
Leila waking up: In my dream
I was eating a cake. And then I see’d teta (grandma in Arabic) maked a chocolate cake. With insects on it.
Me: Oh really, was it yummy?
Rahul: I like chocolate.
Leila: Nooo, it wasn’t yummy.
“Can I have a up slippers and a dress like this little girl?”
Maher baked the most delicious chocolate cake, a double dark chocolate with orange rind, dark chocolate icing, and almost a marmalade layer. It was his improvised version of the Austrian Sacher torte, available on-line by the way.
Our celebration was a quick fifteen minute affair. Had it lasted any longer our carpet would have had more than chocolate on it. L and R were voracious and had to be held back during the set-up.
They love chocolate. We love chocolate. They are saying something like”kakit,” “katit,” “kit,” when they see the dark divine food! M had help this morning. They licked their first bowl clean of cake batter and icing.
Bad idea to bathe L and R before this. We had to wash their chocolate faces, chocolate hands, chocolate feet again, and change their chocolate pyjamas.
It was a lovely little moment. Maher prepared everything – the dinner earlier, the cake, champagne, the layout… I was spoiled. Lucky me on our seventh wedding anniversary.