For the second time in our young shared lives, Kiyoaki and I celebrated Kodomo no Hi, the Japanese holiday honoring children. In comparison with
last year's, this time we reached new heights of cultural inaccuracy, poor decorations and lousy picture quality. Also - please kindly ignore the fact that I'm writing this with a twenty-day delay.
Welcome to...
Kiyoaki: Are you sure origami shobu will ward off evil as well as real iris flowers?
Erinna: Not actually. But it's all we've got. (1)
Kiyoaki: Are you sure these samurai figurines are good enough for Boys' Day dolls?
Erinna: In fact, I don't think so.
Kiyoaki: You know how to put a kimono on, right?
Erinna: Of course not. I'm just guessing.
Kiyoaki: Then what do you know?
Erinna: I know we *are* celebrating this, you like it or not.
Kiyoaki: All right >.<
(1) True, since iris flowers around here bloomed and withered away more than a month ago.
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It's curious to read last year's post, so grave, almost sorrowful in tone, full with the painful desire of doing better, and comparing it with this little silly scene. I guess I'm feeling happier now. And indeed it is so, now I think of it. I am happier that I was one year ago. Good news ^^
Best wishes of health, happiness and new expensive outfits to all doll-children and their proud parents!