Do you see it?This is the cake that my husband brought out to me after dinner last night.
How sweet, huh?
Unfortunately, there's something not quite right about this picture. (If you need a hint, visit yesterday's post. Between the post title and the second sentence, you should be able to see the problem.)
I'm pretty sure that I have always been (and always will be) four months younger than my husband, but it seems that somehow I managed to become four months older than him since my last birthday - therefore aging TWO years since my last birthday!
It's true that time does seem to go faster as one gets older, but let's not get carried away now. This is not a 2-for-1 deal that I'm interested in!
This has me wondering just exactly what he's trying to say to me.
He assured me that it was an honest mistake because he was in a hurry.
Kaitlin said, "Mom, I TOLD him you were only 32!"
It's the thought that counts, right?
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Conversation with Kaitlin on the morning of my 32nd birthday:
Me: Do you know what today is?
Kaitlin: Nope.
Me: Are you sure?
Kaitlin: Yup.
Me: (feigned sniffles)
Kaitlin: Is it a stay at home day? (Kaitlin REALLY likes weekends!)
Me: No...(feigned sniffles)
Kaitlin: Is...it...your birthday?
Me: YUP!
Kaitlin: Happy birthday, Mommy!
Me: Do you know how old I am?
Kaitlin: 32. (without hesitation)
(This leads me to believe that she knew all along what the signifigance of the day was. She's a sneaky one!)
Kaitlin: You're getting old, Mom.
Me: Hmph! Older than you, you mean?
Kaitlin: Yeah, that's what I meant. Just older than me.
:-)
