Wednesday, November 03, 2004

The meaning of birthdays.

On my way home from work, on a rainy night, I'd been on the road over 90 minutes when my loving daughter got on the phone and started talking to me about my birthday, which was the following night. I couldn't quite make out what she was telling me, but it involved a party at home, and some surprise. In our conversation, we had this exchange.

Me: Do you know what Daddy wants for his birthday?
Her: Yes.
Me: You do! What do you think Daddy wants for his birthday?
Her: Cake!

You may now marvel at my daughter's brilliance. I did.
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