Keszepapa rocks!

Here's a picture of Jaja and me with my Keszepapa at Alta Plaza Park this spring. His company was thoughtful enough to send him to the Bay Area at the last minute so that we could have some family here to celebrate Easter with us. (This is the same company that sent him to Disney World for a few months. I will have to get him to put in a good word for me in 20 years.)


What's a Keszepapa? Well, most people say Keresztpapa (godfather), but it doesn't quite come out that way for me. Anyway, only I get to call him Keszepapa. Jaja calls him Pák bácsi, or PákaWáka when she can get away with it. Mummy just calls him Pák and Daddy calls him Paul. The people in this family have too many names. It's very confusing.

Here's a picture of the first time I met my Keszepapa. You can see how excited I was on this memorable occasion!


Just a few days ago I said to Mummy, "I miss my Keszepapa and I want him to come visit us again."