Carnival = pure drama
The drama started early. Sohnemann was eight months old when his first carnival party was scheduled. I got an extremely cute and vigorous cat costume and a lot of makeup went to work. It felt like two seconds before his son erupted into a deafening roar and wouldn’t let me get near him for the next ten minutes. Understandable, because I dared to paint mustaches on his sensitive face. Needless to say, he ripped the cute cat ears off his head with an angry breath.
Well, to make a long story short: it was a stupid carnival party! All the kids were in costumes except mine. The whole show gave him no pleasure. Son looked at all the disguised children with suspicion of a baby thinking, “What kind of world is this, damn it, where did I end up here?”