I love pongo!
Wednesday evening I was at the Birthday party of one of my friend’s little daughter: she’s 4 and I think she is the only child I can bear!
I feel like I’ve been kidnapped that evening…am I a sort of a nanny or a toy for her?
Whoa...even if it was a party for a little girl, it has been awesome, I laughed so much!
There were also my friend and his parents (remember those of the home-made bread?), and to increase my embarrassing moments, when the kid was in my arms, she pulled my shirt down and EVERYBODY could see my white wonder bra! Ok, at least you can stop looking there! -..-’’
Then, my friend’s father has been his face washed with sparkling wine, and the situation has degenerated with a lot of laughs we weren’t able to stop!
When the birthday cake arrived, instead of singing the appropriate song, we sang an other one (an old mountain song very sad) and she immediately run in the kitchen crying so hard! She told us that she won’t come back until we didn’t stop singing that horrible song!
I don’t know where she catches all this energy, ‘cause that evening she hasn’t stop running, and screaming, and playing! What? Does her mom feed her with Duracell?
And then...the proof my brain is still a 10 years old brain (if not younger)! When she gave me pongo…I totally forgot I’m a college student!
Do you want a piece of our (totally awesome, indigestible) pongo cake? Well, it has fallen on the floor, but never mind!
My friend told me he wasn’t sure WHO was the one that was having more fun!
What? Didn’t you know I’m totally childish?