7 years old.

A certain lady turned 7 years old last week. Impressive. We gathered balloons and friends and ate cake and rolled around. Marguerite's English skills have really blossomed this year. I hear myself in her little voice: "Mrs. lady, what are you doing?" she says to Colette. She also calls her silly baby, Cowette, sis, Miss C and a variety of other strange nicknames that only I would say. Marguerite has a really thick American accent in English too, making me rethink my hard Rs and nasality, if you will. Very cute, in any case, to hear her singing "bubble gum, bubble gum in a dish..." (and not necessarily understanding what she sings).





As for balloons and Miss Colette, well, it was pure entertainment to watch her eyes as she witnessed balloons for the first time. She started making a "brrrn" sound to mean balloon and was fully delighted until one popped and she started to think they could be menacing in some way. The attraction only grew though. She woke up from a nap and before her eyes had even really opened, she was saying "brrrn" over and over, thinking about those wondrous floating balls of color.