Caleb turned three this past Saturday. So, we took him to the one obvious store in town - Nakumatt (think Target or Walmart, where you can buy toast and a toaster oven and the countertop to put it on) - to pick out his birthday present.
For weeks he had been excitedly talking about the “purple bike” that he wanted for his birthday. And by “purple” Caleb meant “pink,” and by “bike”, he meant 3 wheel plastic tricycle built with your 2 year old daughter in mind.
|Not the exact model, but you get the idea...|
Colin and I wanted to indulge the little guy (it is HIS birthday after all) and also to not betray our progressive openness to the non-gendered nature of all colors in the spectrum. But when he boarded his little princess bike in the Nakumatt we found ourselves, pushing him, like used car salespeople, in other directions.
“Look Caleb, don’t you think this police bike is pretty cool? It has bigger wheels and even a walkie-talkie!”
“This blue car goes so much faster. Why don't we just hop on for a little a test drive?”
And finally: “What’s it going to take to get you in this metal green number with the basket?”
No dice. He wanted that pink bike.
Lucky for us, toddlers are also easily distracted and fickle. The new guitar on aisle 8 caught his eye and he dragged us away from the whole mini car dealership area! He excitedly started strumming it, and we saw a glimmer of hope.
“Caleb” (we asked with cautious hope) “Do you want this guitar instead of a bike for your birthday?”
“Yes Yes! I want the guitar” he said strumming it in his unique wrong handed wrong directional fashion (which is sure to catch on when he’s a bona fide rock star – Don’t you think Mama Hendrix witnessed a few smashed guitars when little Jimi was a toddler? These things start early!).
Here he is loving his new guitar. Not a thought for that emasculating pink tricycle… yet…
P.S. He’s already written 2 songs: “I’m in Nairobi” and “I’m on a mountain.” Similar theme and almost identical tune, but when I try and sing them he insists I’m getting it wrong. So, there are probably subtly important differences… You can’t argue with genius.
Oh, and just so you don't think all we did was take him to Kisumu's answer to Walmart for his big day... here are some pics from his birthday party on Sunday. It's not exactly the elaborate goat roast celebration we had for his 2 year birthday, but it did make us realize that we know more people in Kisumu than we thought. Mostly there were friends from work, neighbors and some new expat families we met once or twice.
|You should have seen the look of delighted surprise when the whole room broke out into Happy Birthday. (And you could have if I hadn't accidentally deleted that most awesome photo!)|
|Really, all you need is a bunch of toys on the floor and some cake and the kids think it's a bang up party|
|But just in case that's not enough, we played pin the tail on the punda (donkey). And a classic is new again!|
|Turns out the kids could all see through my blindfold as evidenced by the fact that thy were all suspiciously close to the target.|
|So, we got a better blindfold and the tails ended up all over the wall! Caleb stumbled to the wall to the point he nearly kissed it. But he must have thought that was pretty fun because he couldn't wait for another turn.|