Clio has a new friend. An imaginary friend, Ant. She's been obsessed with ants ever since Marco, a 6-year old at Day Care who, quite frankly, I think Clio has a little crush on, showed her how to spot them on the sidewalk in front of his building. Now, she'll carry "My Ant" around in her cupped palm, or say we need to wait for Ant to come with us before we leave the house. It's actually kind of tender and sweet. (Let's see if I still think so several years down the line when we've indulged this little fantasy and have a houseful of terrariums, or whatever.)
Clio also tried a cupcake for the first time. Usually, Dave manages to avoid the big dessert moment at birthday parties, but this weekend, at Zoe's disco dance party, all the kids were sitting at a long, low table, and Clio was watching with great interest as all the other little faces got covered in chocolate icing. I convinced Dave to cave, and he presented her with a mini-cupcake (from which he had removed all the frosting.) Watching her eat the thing was hilarious, and I wish I had it on film: it was sitting in front of her on the table, and she leaned forward, hands free, to take a bite directly with her mouth. She continued to do this, and despite a deliciousness factor that was clearly off the charts, Clio refused to get her hand dirty to get it all into her mouth.
I ate the leftovers, and Clio has a sugar rush that resulted in an hour of wild dancing with her Dad. It looked like a lot of fun!
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