Last night as I encouraged The Pixie to get in bed, again, for the 8th time, she asked me, “So when is my birthday? Is it tomorrow?”
Nope. I said. Today is Thursday.
Tomorrow is Friday and we make decorations for your party.
The next day is Saturday and I work and you have the Primary party.
The next day is Sunday and we go to church.
The next day is Monday and I work again.
And the next day is your birthday and we have two huge parties!!!
She glowed with excitement and then The Pirate asked, “So when is MY birthday?”
Quite a while later, when I crashed on the couch and listened to Danny Kay croon a lullaby, I began thinking of the twins beginning Kindergarten.
School starts next Wednesday. It will be a big day for all of us.
You know, I said to me-self, I throw a grand welcome summer party. I should throw a swell welcome school party too.
And I should do it the night before the first day of school, but sadly I cannot because that’s the twins birthday.
Huh. I wondered. I don’t remember their birthday everrrrrrrr coming the day before the first of September, which, based on my experience is typically the 31st of August.
That’s when it occurred to me for not the first time.
I’m an idiot.
The Question remains – is there still time to go tell The Pirate that his birthday is on Monday?