It’s my birthday today. Pearl knew, and gave me extra hugs through the day, but the littler two were largely unaware until the birthday cake came out after dinner.
“But when’s your party?” asked Babess, puzzled. “If it’s your birthday, you have a party. You have to.”
I explained that The Dad and I were going out for dinner, and that would be my party. She wasn’t very happy about it, but I pointed out she was still getting cake, and she grudgingly admitted that it could still be my birthday even if there wasn’t an actual party.
“What number are you?” Fainjin wanted to know. I sighed to myself, knowing that “my number” will be gleefully repeated to all and sundry for days to come.
“Forty,” I told him.
“Forty!” he crowed. “And before that, you were three-ty…”
Pearl corrected him, “Thir-ty, Fainjin, not three-ty.”
“Thirty, forty,” he said.
“No,” she was not sparing my ego at all, “thirty, then thirty-one, thirty-two…”
I smiled a little ruefully. What a lot of numbers.
How lucky I am, to have had so many. I smiled again, less ruefully and more gratefully. Thanks for the reminder, kids.
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