What really made my day was the effort my daughters went to make it a special Napoleonic themed day.
Exhibit one: My card.
It is a home-made card with a close up detail of the picture Napoleon in his Study by Jacque Louis David. Opening the card reveals the same image with one (not so) subtle difference: Over the great man's face another has been transplanted a picture of me mugging for the camera sporting a pair of lolly teeth (a type of sweetie or candy to non-Antipodeans), a photo taken a while ago which I'd nearly forgotten about. I'm glad that I wasn't drinking anything when I opened the card because I think I would have choked or sprayed everything in a half metre radius I laughed so hard!
|Napoleon in his Study By Jacque Louis David|
|Some Gurning Idiot in his Study By La Petite Rosbif #1|
Exhibit two: My cake.
I knew something was up in the kitchen as there were squawks of dismay and mock anger every time I ventured near the kitchen all morning. It's a difficult thing when one has to negotiate with one's offspring before being allowed to make a coffee!
However, all was forgiven when it came time to present the cake after lunch.
How about that? Aren't I a lucky dad?
The title of today's post is courtesy of John R. who wished me a happy birthday over the weekend. It completely slipped my mind that we share the same birthday (even though separated by many, many years!) Happy birthday, old man! :-P