The Young Master at the table before Thanksgiving dinner was served yesterday afternoon. This was about the only photograph I could manage to snap without him pulling some kind of goonish face, so I was unable to get a full-length shot of him in his new suit just back from the tailor. Not quite what I would have suggested for a first suit, but it was given to him by a family friend, and Paul actually likes wearing it, so we'll leave it at that. But the three-piece model and peaked lapels are nice touches.
My own attire was slightly less dressy, but still pulled together and appropriate to the occasion. Even managed to nail the temperamental wool bow tie on the first attempt, which is always a pleasant surprise. I find bow ties are ideal for food holidays. When one is serving and enjoying special meals, as well as clearing the table and loading the dishwasher afterward, you don't have to worry quite as much as with a long necktie.
As my late and much missed maternal grandfather used to say as he fixed a scotch and water mid-afternoon the day after Thanksgiving (and Christmas), "Happy Day After, kids!"
-- Heinz-Ulrich
P.S.
You'll forgive a parent's bragging about his child, I hope, but besides English, there was conversation in Spanish and German at the table last night with our guests. And Paul participated correctly in both instances, even catching and correcting himself in a couple of instances.
Terribly exciting to witness given his foray into Spanish is little more than a year old combined, of course, with his mother's lifelong efforts to instill in him a solid command of Berlin and Saxon-tinged German. He's turning into quite a linguistic marvel given his recent interest in Italian too.
Very eager to see where Paul might end up with all of this in the next decade or two.
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