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What's Wrong With Cake?

Kenzo wanted to see a real skeleton, so he asked me to look for a picture on my phone.

He's already seen pictures of mummies on the British Museum website, carefully chosen by me in case of too much scariness for a six-year-old, and don't ask me how I decide that because my parenting skills are loosy goosy at best. 

The boys had a big day. One of the moms from the kindergarten bus stop, whose twin boys are bus friends with Kenzo and Osamu, invited them to play after school today since the school year is ending and the weather has warmed up a little.



Kenzo woke up at 4:30 this morning and Osamu shortly after that. Then instead of a nap they ran amok with their friends in the park. I knew how the evening was gonna progress.

Eri and the boys got home around five. She immediately came upstairs to my office and reported, "They are done for today... and I almost am too." Now I really knew how the evening was gonna progress.

They did bath time as I wrapped up my work day. After that a simple udon dinner but for some reason dessert was fancy cake. I gave a look. Eri was like, "What's wrong with cake?" 

It's not every day, and Japanese cake is very different from western cake. Not nearly as big and full of butter and sugar. I worry too much.

Although, when they got home from playing with their friends they were mingling with the neighbor kids who were outside having chocolate popsicles. Kenzo and Osamu charmed the neighbor mom into giving them chocolate popsicles as well. They both came up to my office after that with Augustus Gloop style chocolate around their mouths.


After the dust settled on a crazy day, the boys hit the hay super early. Osamu skipped story time but Kenzo still had just enough energy to request I read him Where's My Mummy? again. He yawned and his eyes were glazed over. When the story was over he wanted to see a real skeleton, so I found a not-scary, kinda clinical stock photo of a skeleton. Kenzo was mesmerized. He asked me a bunch of questions like, "Do I have bones?" and, "Do bones grow?" and, "Does blood come from bones?"

All great questions, and I answered them super simply and got him off to bed.

When I came back downstairs I noticed Eri had gotten some treats for me. Not cake. She knows I'm not really a cake guy. Dollar store canned anchovies and canned oysters.


Ritz crackers, too. I have a good life.

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