Says Davis as he walks sleepily into the dining room the day after my birthday: "Mommy, is it still your birthday?"
Me: "No, buddy, my birthday was yesterday. It's not my birthday anymore."
Davis, voice cracking and on the verge of tears: "But my want it to still be your birthday."
Me: "Davis, it's ok. We still have the cupcakes."
Davis: "Oh."
(Sigh of relief)
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