Sunday, May 13, 2012
Mama, we got you some macaroni!
So said my 2.5-year-old, bearing a box of macarons from Cafe Michel. ("Macaroni" is actually the correct Russian plural of "macaron," but it was still funny to hear.)
Jeremy took the girls out on a mission to get me flowers and macarons after church today, and he came back with a load of free loot. As we've mentioned before, Russians love kids and are always much nicer if you happen to have one with you. But a man alone with not one, but two kids?
Although you do see men out with their kids in Moscow, I am told that the absent or alcoholic husband and father is still quite common.
So, the flower lady was so taken with Jeremy and our girls that, after he purchased a bouquet, she asked how many years we had been married, and then presented him with a hyacinth plant for each year (and fraction thereof).
At Cafe Michel, where Jeremy bought me 10 macarons, he received as a freebie three boxes of mini-macarons. One each for the girls and one for him. (We had already eaten one box by the time I took this photo).