Any ceremony has the potential to positively affect the recipient who is the focus of the ceremonial proceedings. A birth day party is effectively a 'ceremony', and it is a perfect example of such an occasion.
Kumali had a 4th birth day party in Berwick-Upon-Tweed last Sunday. With her British grandparents, and several cousins and aunties, British and African, Kumali was celebrated with love and devotion by all in attendance.
It was a magical day, topping off a superb five day trip up north catching up with some family, friends and former work mates.
On the long drive back to Falmouth, I was sitting in the back with Kumali. The girl was wide awake, despite the holiday schedule, and I was attempting to engage with her in order to quell her rising frustration at being stuck in a car. She had an air about her, a sense of approval. She was no longer 3: now she is 4.
"What did you enjoy most about your whole trip?", I proffered.
"Cousin Josef's computer game," she replied without missing a beat.
"And why?"
"Because the man says," she then paused, composed herself, turned to look at me with her best menacing stare, before booming out in an equally menacing voice, "I'm going to roast your heart on a spit."
Her face burst into one of delighted surprise and mischief as quickly as she computed the, albeit disguised, look of initial shock on my face.
Welcome to the world of my now 4 year old!!
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And she will, David, and she will...
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