Birthdays are big in a Boy's life. Not just his own. Anyone's will do. Today happens to be mine. When it's over, Boy will be keen to know who's next on the list. Cakes and decorations and cards and prizes. It's a delight for him. He's asked me and Mamma on a couple of occassions how old I'm going to be on my birthday. Well, today it got here and I was serenaded on the phone with a duet of "Happy Birthday". When it was over, Mamma asked the Boy if he remembered how old Dada was:
Boy: It's either 41 or 61.
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