The boys are making me a birthday cake and because they are boys, wire cutters, banging, the Internet, and homemade candles are involved. I think you can get candles in India judging by all of the shrines I’ve seen but, well, that would be easy.
Taj is taking a cooking class in school and thinks he is a chef. Every time I turn around he’s throwing something into an already cooking pan. He keeps coming home with nasty things and he tries to make me eat them while he watches.
This whole birthday is an excuse to eat sugar and play with matches. He has done both tonight and I’m trying to figure out how I’m going to put an end to this phase before something goes up in flames.
I am running out of options and he seems to have gotten me this time because they all stare while I eat a big slice of the birthday cookie/cake. In addition to being disgusting, it’s raw.
