At my grandson’s birthday, my son handed me a dirty handkerchief and said, “Take the handkerchief, cover yourself, don’t embarrass us in front of people” 😨😲
The guests began to laugh and mock me, but when the cake was brought out, I made an announcement that shocked everyone.
My grandson’s birthday was celebrated in a restaurant. A beautiful hall, soft lighting, live music, a long table filled with dishes.
The waiters were smiling, the guests were laughing, glasses were clinking. Everything was proper, festive, elegant — just as it should be at a children’s party to which “respectable people” are invited.
