Yesterday at church, we went to pick Grant up from his Sunday School class. When we arrived, his teacher said, "Oh wait, we need to sing 'Happy Birthday.'" Naturally I assumed that some kid was having a birthday that day, and she wanted to make sure that he or she received the traditional birthday serenade.
"Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday dear Grant.."
Hold the phone. Grant? Is there some OTHER Grant in this Sunday school class? We stopped the festivities and were informed that Grant had informed the class that it was his birthday. Apparently his jealousy at his cousin's birthday party on Saturday carried over to church on Sunday, and he saw the opportunity for a good con.
We explained to his teacher that it was not Grant's birthday. We explained to Grant that you can't just SAY it's your birthday. (I gave him a little side lecture on lying at church. "You have to pick the time and place, son, and church isn't it.")
He cried and complained that he wanted them to sing to him, and I cried back and complained that I wanted a son who wasn't delusional. In the end, nobody got what they wanted, and we went to Taco Bell for some after-church gastrointestinal distress.
This morning Grant inquired as to whether his birth date could be moved, preferably to something in the coming week. I told him that his birthday was January 13, and the likelihood of that ever changing was very slight. He wasn't happy about it, but I think he finally got the message.
Monday, August 02, 2010
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I know a midwife in our area who has 8 children (pregnant with number 9). Between the number of children and her crazy schedule, she has decided not to tell the kids what their birthday is until they are quite a bit older. Every year in the season in which they were born she picks a day that works with the schedule and says "Hurray for you. Today is your birthday" and off they go with the festivities.
It's kind of genius I think.
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