Mowgli survived the birthday trauma of changing his plans thanks to Covid. The sound resembling elephants wrestling overhead told me that he and his friend were having a good time in spite of the absent third guest.
That was the weekend. Today was his birthday, so by his choice we ordered Chipotle for supper. I had picked up an ice cream pie for dessert. And we had a new trivia-challenge game for the dinner table.
The meal was short to accommodate ED’s online meeting and my online writing group. It was memorable, though, as everyone was in a good mood, eating their choice of the menu and sharing family minutiae.
Mowgli opened his presents which were flattened into cards now that he is a teenager and prefers monetary gifts. And behold, he thanked us and gave me a hug! He is 15, and lately hugs have been rare.
Today was Mowgli’s birthday, but I got the better gift.
