Little Connor really enjoyed his birthday. He actually seemed to have grasped what was going on and would break into the biggest, goofiest grin of unallayed pleasure that I've ever seen anytime anyone sang happy birthday to him. In fact, he liked it so much he started singing "Happy Birthday to Connor" by himself at one point.
He also had a great time with the cake, as you can see. He tried to blow the candles out but didn't quite get the notion that one has to blow AT the candles for them to go out. Sarah made a wonderful homemade chocolate layer cake. Connor liked the cake, but really liked the raspberries with which it was adorned. He ate about half of them before I had to take the cake out of his sight.
The presents were also a real revelation to him. As Sarah observed, every time he saw a new present he looked rather like a contestant who's been called down on the "Price is Right"- a mixture of surprise, joy and deep materialist yearning for STUFF.
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The apple does NOT fall far from the tree. Every time I see my French friend, Jean-Francois Bordon, he remembers visiting NYC when it was Little Leo's birthday...maybe his 4th or 5th....and Leo went around all day singing "Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me!"
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