My papa says he remembers his fifth birthday. He says he remembers what his ato (grandfather) gave him on that day. He says he remembers where he was when he woke up that morning, on his fifth birthday. I think we have a lot in common because I remember my fifth birthday too.
It all started at Ata's house, with cake and presents on a rainy Saturday. Ata gave me the best trottinette I've ever seen. One day, if it stops raining, I'll actually get to use it!
Then today, my birthday, I woke up early. Real early. Mama and papa didn't seemed quite as enthused about my birthday at five in the morning. Go figure.
When I got to school Mme Frankart, my teacher, gave me a kiss. Then, in the afternoon, we all had chocolate cake (thanks mama!) and apple juice.
Do you think that was the end? Think again. Fast forward two days. Saturday was the big day. My big party at the Musée des Arts Decoratifs! Yeap, a whole morning of admiring fine design and making art nouveau jewelry in the Palais du Louvre. All topped off with lunch, cake, and juice. Clara, Tess, Alix, they were all there.
A very memorable way to celebrate my fifth birthday. Maybe I'll still remember it when I'm old like papa.
Check out all the celebration snaps here: I'm 20% older than I was yesterday!
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