Okay I confess, I always wanted a little girl. And yes it is true that I felt the teeniest bit of dismay when I found out I was having a little boy. I mean, what would I do with a boy, exactly? With a girl I imagined a natural complicity. With a boy….well, let’s face it, that was something else entirely…
So imagine my surprise when I found out that this boy of mine was of the most special, special variety. I suppose in the same way that all mothers find their boys to be the handsomest, the cleverest, the funniest. Tristan not only looks like an elf, but I do believe he has some kind of magical powers. He was told that the metal detector wand in the airport would beep not only if it found metal but also if there was even the smallest bit of wizard in him. And let me assure you that it did beep quite a bit. (And please don’t go telling me that was only a zipper. I bet you’re the kind of person who doesn’t believe in the tooth fairy.)
And so I would like to wish my most darling, magical boy, the very happiest of Moroccan birthdays today. I hope you have the sunniest, most baloony, most funnest, most chocolately day ever. Well just until next year, that is.
PS And I wouldn’t trade you even for a million girls.
