So, we’re here in IN, relaxing at the hotel after a tough day of…well, not much, actually. Watching TV, we see the commercial for the security alarm where a man is trying to set the alarm but the code is his anniversary and (ha ha) he can’t remember his anniversary, so he makes the alarm go off.
“Pop quiz,” I say to Gene. “What’s our anniversary?”
“July 14th!”
“You had to think about it!”
“I wasn’t expecting the question. I remember it when it’s important: when we celebrate it!” (very true)
“Yes, you always remember it”
“What’s MY birthday?”
“August 17, 1969”
“What’s your Mom’s birthday?”
“December 23, the year she was born” (I know what it is, but I’m not telling YOU)
“What’s your Dad’s birthday?”
“March 3, the year he was born” (Ditto)
“What’s your mom and dad’s anniversary?”
“September 16, the year they were married”
“What’s HIS birthday?” Gene jerks a thumb at the boy
“January 22, 1994”
The boy finally pipes up, “What’s your grandpa’s birthday?”
Uhhh. I ALWAYS get this one wrong. I always think it’s December 19.
“Ha ha, you don’t know it! It’s December 15!”
“How do YOU know that?” I ask him.
“Because you forgot it last weekend!”
(Which is sadly true…I still thought it was the 19th)