Today is my Dad's 67th birthday. That's hard to wrap my head around, mostly because it means I will turn 39 shortly. I calculate my parents' ages based on my age (and vice versa on the occasion that my feeble mind forgets my own age). I know that my Dad was 28 when I was born, so add 28 years to my age and Voila! I can pretend I knew all along how old he was going to be!
So I took two-thirds of my children to visit and wish him a Happy Birthday today. Sabrina has caught on to the fact this school thing is a bum rap and as she suspected we really do have fun while she's gone. And because I think it is a parent's right and privilege to torment their children, I might tell her there was cake and ice cream and balloons.
Or better yet, Hannah Montana made a surprise appearance.
The fact that my Dad once told Sabrina he was good friends with Billy Ray Cyrus might just lend a little credibility to this.
So now you know where I learned the fine art of teasing my children.
Happy Birthday to the Master.
Midtown up - Three Hipstamatic shots in one.
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