*** This post was conceived in Sep 2012. Its amazing I finally got to write this a year later. Does the baby business keep me so busy? ****
aah if you thought the baby labor business is the most horrifying , what with blood streaming down your thighs , you wincing in labor pain and the midwife asking you to take a good ten steps to the wash room ( yea those 10 can seem like a 1000), wait .wait until you meet the birthday party business. More so the return gift business
and then the cake business. How can I forget that. Daycares in India can bring in their own fancy theories – no cream cake , only sponge cake.
Year 1, in wanting to make it eatable by all, we apply the eggless funda to get something as hard as a rock. The poor one year olds could barely bite into it. Embarrassing to say the least
Year 2 , at a different daycare, I proudly flaunt a guitar cake what with white creme and all, only to be turned away. No creme cake for 2 year olds also ma’am. Apparently the father figure( who always worried about his parking the car on the roadside in a busy Bannerghatta road) forgot to ask what cake they accept. Poor me, ran to the nearest mall and got 30 odd muffins so as to not disappoint the kids.
Year 3 :
Once Twice bitten , twice shy. I ditch the cake ordering business. Walk into the same mall . Buy smaller square shaped sponge cakes. Place them one next to another. I watch the daycare teacher with a corner of my eye, with a “Now are you accepting this or not kind of look” . The boy does a symbolic cake cutting.
The saving grace ( as if I hit gold ) is that the 3 year olds love it asking for a second helping.
..and there is this another thought that kills me each time I take a cake to school- what if kids fell sick eating it. I never NEVER hold bakeries and eat outs in high esteem in India .
What can be more stupid than arriving at a cake shop and asking “This is fresh piece only no”. waah as if I expect him to accept the truth and say ” No one week old. sure enough to get you sick ”
… and if the gore isn’t over yet. there is the whole return gift business.
Year 1, we were enthusiastic to have accomplished year 1 of the
gore baby raising business, we roamed the streets of a busy Majestic area and came back with the best-est looking return gifts. Not to forget the one way roads and busy business area of BLR
I think year 2 was a passe. Just like the baby weaning off its mom, my whole enthusiasm about birthdays and more so of return gifts was slowly weaning off too.
Often the boy got back home paints and color pencils. Color pencils say a lot about the parental mentality . It only means ” I care a damn about the return gift. I ain’t spending more either. No I don’t want to be innovative, I am tired. I am doing it because I am forced to do it”. lol . Been there, done that.
I think for year 3, my patience with cakes and the gifts had hit rock bottom
Year 4 : I get a creme cake on his birthday for the celebration at home. Boy hogs. Vomits and falls sick.
Saving me from ordering any more cakes and return gifts