After Katy's nap, Uncle Bert and Auntie Pinky arrived. They always have a tonne of fun. We leave them to their own devices. Two big kids and one little kid!
Katy rediscovered my stash of "good makeup" that I had rescued form her clutches a while ago. It's a little interesting to see a three-year-old apply Chanel makeup with such intensity and concentration. Not to mention skill!
Dada of course cooked his own dinner - Uncle Bert brought Irish and North Sea oysters (the Irish ones were superb!), to go with Dada's chablis that Mama (with Uncle Yves' expert guidance) found for a bargain price at a sale in Central. Sole Meuniere.Mama had made Dada an "exploding box" album, with a chocolate box inside, but did not know that the box contained only two little (very expensive) Francesca truffles. As soon as the box opened, Katy bypassed all the cute photos and workmanship, and zeroed in on the chocolate box, ripped it open, then said "oh no! there's only two, one for me and one for Dada". She didn't really know why we all thought that was so funny as it seemed obvious to her!
Katy then treated us to an after dinner demonstration of Princess kissing, waving and curtsying.
Before heading off to bed reluctantly and exhaustedly (and late).
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