Recently good friends of ours had a much anticipated baby. We had just completed the dinner, bath and bed routine with the five year old when the phone rang. A very proud and happy Dad shared the good news.
We were so excited by the news that we decided to celebrate. We called the five year old back downstairs and said we were going to do a toast. We happened to have some champagne in the fridge. So we poured some juice in a glass for the five year old, some champagne for the grown ups and gave the baby the cork to chew on.
We had a lovely moment sending a wish to the new baby, clinking glasses, dancing around and just generally being delighted.
Finally it was time to settle down and walk the five year old back up to bed. On the way I noticed she was crying.
"What's wrong?" I asked. "Aren't you happy about the new baby?"
"I am." Said she. "It's just you said we were having toast and I didn't get any!"
May I offer:
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