Rachel is turning four this Saturday, so today we took treats to share with her preschool class. Her teachers wanted me to come at 10:30, so I made strawberry muffins and brought them. Jenna tagged along, but wasn't very impressed with all the three- and four-year-olds who wanted to kiss her or hug her. The teacher made all the kids sit in a circle, then lit the round "sun" candle. Rachel got to hold the globe and walk around the "sun" in the middle four times slowly as the teacher told the story of how Rachel was born and grew up to be four! She pointed at the pictures of Rachel as a baby, as a one-year-old, when Jenna was born, last year celebrating her birthday at the same preschool, and last month. It was great. I was thinking, Rachel is really fitting in here! Then they sang Feliz Cumpleaños for "Raquel", and the teacher asked the kids (who were pretty bored by now) if they knew what language is spoken where Rachel is from. It was the only answer all the kids knew really well: ¡inglés! Then all the kids went off to eat their quequitos, little cakes. I know I am seen as really weird: I'm the only parent who makes homemade birthday treats and doesn't invite every kid in class to the party. Parenting is definitely one of my most gringo things!