Today is your what?

I have a birthday once a year. November 5. Every other year PHD remembers it. The next year he makes up for forgetting the previous year. Then he forgets that he has forgotten it, ever, and

Birthday Boy

At this moment, I am pretending to sternly glare through the office window at 10 ten year old boys who are supposed to be sleeping.  I am also throwing occasional empty threats out at one 11 year old boy. As of midnight, Boy 1 is eleven.  Seems like a week ago he hit double digits. I think it is important to point out that time isn't flying by for me because I am old, it is because I have had a lot of interesting experiences in the past year.  I read a study about perception of time, or maybe it was something I saw on on an infomercial. Probably still legit, though.  

I do, however, notice about a year's worth of development in Boy 1's ability to communicate sarcasm and or disdain for his mother.  Today, or, I guess, yesterday, now, Boy 1 came to the bank with me.  As I stood in line, I realized I hadn't totaled the deposit book for the teller.  I frantically tried to manually add the two numbers before we got the front of the line.   When the teller finally confirmed that my total was correct, I felt like I had won some kind of mathy award. Grinning, I said to Boy 1, "Ha, I got it right, high five, Me."  He says in his best, I am almost a teenager and therefore exponentially smarter than you already, and also slightly bored with you, voice, "You mean clap?"  Yes, I suppose that's what a high five to myself would be.  Doesn't sound nearly as fun though and now I feel dumb instead of funny.  

So I am going to wake him and all his friends up at 6 am with a series of loud, slow high-fives to me.  I deserve it.

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