We had to move Yago’s birthday party indoors. The threat of a shower scared us off the skatepark.
I was being a prudent, responsible Spanish Mom. After all, the kids in my neighbourhood haven’t been allowed outside for weeks because it is only 12 degrees out. With a wind!
(Batten down the hatches and stock up on antibiotics.)
Then my cousin in Canada sent me some photos of her kids at a birthday party. And I realized that I HAVE BECOME A WIMP.
-7 is the perfect temperature for a skating picnic party. But more shocking than the cold, these kids are eating vegetables! Unheard of around these parts. The last Spanish birthday party we went to, I scanned a buffet for fifty people and found one sandwich which had some green onion sprinkled on cream cheese. It was the only thing resembling real food in a sea of potato chips, chocolate bars and store-bought cookies. As Yago lifted it to his lips one of the grandmothers gasped and yelled, “Don’t eat that! It has vegetables in it!”
This is how Canadians celebrate winter birthdays. Strap knives to your toddlers’ feet and send them out in the frigid cold to bonk their heads on the ice. What the hell, they’ve got helmets on.
The next person who complains that my kids will perish in the Andalusian winter gets a snowball to the side of the head!