colour reproduction
We went out to celebrate the birthday of one of Kirby's teammates. It was a lovely party, well organised — by the parents —, and included a freaking paper chase through the residential building they live in… With a handmade cake. We've rented a parkour course with an instructor to minimise any possible friction, and plan to bake some cupcakes…
Anyway, Kirby played chess with a fellow ADD »diagnoste«, and it was weird and wonderful to see them stick it out until crown mate got checked.
It was wonderful to see the lot of them get along like a house on fire, yet in a more calm and controlled way than the metaphor suggests. When do kids — boys in particular — loose not having to slam their dicks on the table and see who cries first? This truly felt like a birthday celebration, a »thank you for being born and in my life« gesture.
Before this gets too positive: the Dog Man plushie that the birthday kid got needs better quality checks, the fabric is off colour. It's a genuine article from a license holder, still, the colour bummed Kirby and me out.