Baked pasta eaten after extreme trampolining; 8 y/o insists on Kuromi theme
And so ends our esteemed publisher’s extended annual birthday, on a rope swing before a full tray of baked pasta and all the Kuromi decorations sold on earth.
“I feel a little taller,” says newly-awakened 8-year-old
I am breaking all the rules by skipping over the four issues I have forgotten to send, but it is Kina’s birthday, and the fiscal repercussions of not sending the publisher’s birthday edition on time are quite severe. I am so so so so so so proud of her. I expect you are, too.
She chunks down three filipino bbq skewers before taking a bite of stuffing and then asks to be excused
I am extremely proud of the increasing time-consuming pork BBQ skewers I made on Thursday (which included making my own banana ketchup, which was recently banned in the U.S., “because of some stupid additive,” as Laurea pointed out). The skewers were the star of the show, especially if the diner is Kina. I put about the same amount of work in for the stuffing and got considerably more lukewarm feedback from our house critic, which tells me something about how she values tradition.
She vacillates between begging to leave and chasing psychedelic butterflies
For the seven of you who asked me in Instagram, Luna Luna is actually pretty neat and also good for kids, even if you can’t ride the Basquiat ferris wheel.