When Sasha and I arrived home today Martin was upset because it was my birthday. Well, actually, Martin was upset because it was not his birthday. Well, actually, Martin was upset because we have a tradition of letting the person whose birthday it is take the first bite of cake.
“Dad, why do I have to wait for you to take the first bite of cake?”
Jen stepped in. “We’re not having cake for dessert. We’re having ice cream.”
“Dad, why do I have to wait for you to take the first bite of ice cream?”
Jen interceded again. “But, Martin, remember that for Papa’s birthday we decided that we would all take the first bite together?”
Martin whimpered and came over for a little hug. I kissed him on the head. “How did you start thinking about this, Martin?”
“When it was Mama’s birthday I did not want to wait for her to take the first bite of cake.”
“Ah, so you’re thinking about Mama’s birthday party?”
“Yes and I had to go into The Nook and cry.”
Sasha said, “Martin, you’re supposed to let the birthday person take the first bite because it’s their special day.”
“But I do not want it to be a special day.”
I put my work bag in the closet.
Jen gave him a red piece of folded construction paper. He looked at it and then handed me the homemade birthday card. While I read it, he tucked his head under my arm, gave me a hug and whimpered a little.
The card said: “I love you. Thanks for the nice things that you have done with me.”
From under my arm, he said: “The picture is a drawing I made of a temple that I found on a new Minecraft game. I did not want to make a birthday card. I do not like that it is your birthday, because I do not like waiting to take a bite until after you do.”