My parents arrived today bearing gifts - the most urgent being these tubes of toothpaste. Although Exile #2 and I have managed to settle on a local brand called Kiss My Face (yes really!), for some reason all the children's toothpastes here seem to be bubblegum flavored (or worse) and although trying them has been training Exile #3 to spit her toothpaste more effectively it's also been making bedtime more of a power-struggle than ever. So, low-fluoride mint-flavoured toothpaste is a great relief for all of us.
Also a relief is the apparent improvement in Exile #4's skin colour. Her face in particular is much better, she looked only slightly sunburned today, a distinct improvement on beetroot.
Our expectations of Exile #5/Native #1's late arrival show no signs of being misplaced at the moment, however much we might be ready for his/her arrival. 'Any day now' could well be giving way to 'When is that baby going to arrive?' before too long.
As for the title, my father can quote 'Greeks bearing gifts' in the original language from Virgil (and no I don't mean this one) and the patents potentially restricting use of GIFs have expired (this blog uses only jpegs anyway), but who can resist a file-format/classical-mythology crossover pun? Not me apparently.
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