Days of the Czech-Bulgarian-Hungarian friendship

There were times when the Czech Republic, Hungary, and Bulgaria were great influential countries. Or were they part of great influential empires? I always forget. Anyway, these days are gone, but Czechs, Hungarians, and Bulgarians are great friends still. At least in my family circle, that is. To celebrate this enduring friendship, we were paid a visit by Jitka, Laco, and their three children. Jitka is Czech and she and mommy are best friends.

Laco is Hungarian. His ancestors used to terrorize Rome. Or they invented goulash - I always forget.

Their children are absolutely adorable, and it's great fun to play with them, nonetheless because there are three of them! First, there are Dorotka and Julinka. As with most of my girl-friends, I will marry them when I grow up. Hopefully, polygamy will be legalized by then.

Then there is Simon who is still a baby but that makes for a very entertaining afternoon. For example, once can take him in his stroller to our yard. Of course, this is a signal for our fathers that they can lurk in the background and drink beer in secret. I believe daddy calls it "behind-the-scene supervision".

Or one can play with him right after he has eaten and is therefore in good mood, ready to tolerate us all. As a result, we like to abuse his freedom of just lying there and doing nothing.

So we had very peaceful 10 days together. To commemorate it, we took this picture:

And around that time, I took to asking daddy to blow me a balloon and then sticking it under my t-shirt or pajamas. People ask me why. Well, the immediate reason is that daddy and mommy told me about this very fat Czech Politician called Jiri Paroubek whom nobody likes. So I decided to alert the world to the dangers of obesity. And it's fun when you fall, instead of hurting your face, just the balloon explodes with a loud bang!