He didn't like any of his presents except the joke books. Thankfully there were five joke books. I now know more elephant jokes now that anyone over the age of ten should. He thought the martian cake (improvised out of the ruined entrails of the dinosaur) was woefully short on sweets, though he conceded when pressed that the class thought it was "chouette". We had words in the morning, but he still curled up with me on the big armchair and read jokes until we were late for school.
Happy birthday darling.
Are we still these people?
I don't know. But I still feel exactly like that about you.