Well, Santai, as she calls him. Though there is some debate, my wife thinks it's Santai, while I believe it's Santae. Maybe because she's half-Japanese while I took latin and think Kiki's just pluralized it, or maybe it's because my wife is smart and I, well, I think the blog speaks to my mental facilities (ooooh, poop cake!). Anyway, Santai/ae visited and brought Kiki a kitchen.
Which, should be noted, she was annoyed with because the sink doesn't work and the microwave also does not actually heat things up. Anyway, "Santai", after slaving away for 3 hours to build the kitchen (why send 13 pieces when you can send 3,744) just didn't have the energy to wrap it. Thus, Kiki's first experience of the magic of Santai was an old sheet covering her big gift. I think when she's older we'll explain that Santai does some more unusual things for her since she is an only child and he knows she's appreciate it, while most families have several kids to keep happy to Santai just sticks with the old reliable for them. I know, I'm trying to figure out other lies we can tell her to cover up our laziness.
But in the end, I think her first experience with Santai was a success. I mean, just look how excited she was to thank him:
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