On the way home, we were discussing all of the birthdays in October. Aside from The Brat and I doing some birthday bowling, we had been invited to several birthday parties just this weekend.
Me: Well, there are a lot of birthdays in October. January is a cold month.
Brat: Yeah. I’m Daddy’s birthday present.
Me: What? You’re MY birthday present. I got to come home from the hospital with you on MY birthday.
Brat: Nope. I am EXACTLY 9 months from Daddy’s birthday.
The Man: …
Me: [please insert loud, hysterical laughter here] [and here] [and here]
Because she is. EXACTLY.
I’m sure 16-ish years ago, they told me when I conceived. And I probably laughed then too, realizing that it meant that our birthday sex gave us both a birthday baby.
I just never really thought that SHE* had realized it too.
Who says you never use math in real life?
*Gah! “Sweet 16″, my ass.