David and Daniel were racing each other around the house. David was an absolute machine, running 'round and 'round and 'round. Daniel would back himself up against the back door and holler at us ("Daaaaa! Daaaa! Daaaa!") until he was sure we were watching and we chanted "Go Daniel, go!". Then he'd take off--literally, running with his arms cocked behind him like wings. He'd get as far as the next room, then stop, walk backwards to the door, and start over.
After a bit David sat on the floor to play with something. Daniel wandered over and started pushing against David with his tummy. David often does this to Daniel, crowding him into a corner or something, so it was amusing to watch Daniel reciprocate. Daniel would crowd David for a bit, then David would just lightly bump against Daniel and make him plop on his bum, then Daniel would get back up and crowd David some more, bump/plop, crowd, bump/plop... it was all we could do not to laugh out loud.
THEN--David handed Daniel a stuffed hippo. Daniel immediately turned around and started chasing David with it, saying, "Nom Nom Nom!" David was a good sport and played along, grinning ear to ear while feigning fear of the hippo.
The next 14 years are going to be a lot of fun. :P
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Boys, boys, boys. Aren't they fun?
Kudos to you for making the lemon cheese and keeping up the tradition. I can't decide if I am going to make my family's traditional Christmas Pudding, also very English. It has carrots and dates, raisins, etc. Its very rich-and I would be the only one that would eat it!
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