I'm in love with a Fairy Tale

On the last ride home it was time to kill some time, and my daughter's made up songs about whatever crosses her field of vision were getting monotonous. Not to thwart her creative instinct, I suggested she tell us a story. She didn't know what I meant, so I told her:

One day you and your sister were playing outside and a stranger offered you some candy. You agreed without asking me or Mama. He took you into the woods for the candy. You had a sandwich that I made you and every few yards you tossed a crumb of the sandwich on the ground. After a while you were in the middle of the woods and the stranger said you'll never go home again. Then he took a nap, and because you'd left a trail with my sandwich you found your way home.

See, I said, now you tell a story, I said to my daughter. Here's her story:

One day somebody offered us some candy and we went to ask you and Mama if we can take it.

Clever girl.

Jesus!

My special kid's been talking to everyone about the upcoming baby. Yesterday she mentioned it to my mother-in-law's friend. My special lady thinks our daughter then explained to him where babies come from impatiently, as if to an idiot, but I think it was something else. I think my kid knew somebody was messing with her, took offense, and spat back the last sentence of the conversation:

Friend: where's the baby going to come from?
Kid: Mama's belly.
How did it get in there, did Mama eat it???
No! Jesus put it there!

Bittersweet Anniversary

We began the day with my special lady's current breakfast of choice: kefir pancakes. Followed that up with exchanging gifts, which was awesome. I got her a guitar and arranged for a couple books from the states, not just for the anniversary, but to have something fun to do during the upcoming two year maternity leave. She got me amber cuff links, amazing. Then we spent a nice day together, including making strawberry jam and strawberry ice cream.

The unfortunate part of the day was dinner. We couldn't make reservations at Žaldokynė, where we held our wedding reception, because they didn't answer their phones, and their website was down. We drove out there anyway since it's not far from home, and there's a kebab place across the street as a hilarious alternative to a nice dinner. They were indeed closed, with a sign on the door saying they're closed "today." There was an Armenian place open right next door now though where we went instead of the kebab place. Aside from the microwaved fried black bread with cheese, my medium rare beef being cooked medium and my special lady's mediocre pork chop, the waitress told us Žaldokynė has been closed for six months.

It's a real shame. Our wedding reception was a total blast. People whose own children had been married just months ago told us they'd never been to such a fun wedding. Lots of good people, good music, just the right amount of booze, good food, good times. It was so fun my father offered to host the same crowd at the same place for our five year anniversary--I can't remember ever seeing him jollier than that! Alas, looks like the place is beat. It doesn't look sold, though, the sign is still up, so let's all hope the republicans make a come back and end the crisis. Or better yet, the objectivists!