Two years ago today, I called my nephew to wish him a happy birthday. He had turned 7. My sister-in-law answered the phone, and here’s how the conversation went down…
Kris: Evan, Auntie Michelle wants to talk to you.
[Evan grabs the phone.]
Kris (in background): Um, how about “hello?”
[I immediately sing happy birthday.]
Evan (monotone): Thanks.
[After a couple nice conversational exchanges…]
Evan: Thank you for my birthday car-
Kris (in background): That was from Aunt Kimmy, not Auntie Michelle.
[Evan is silent for a moment, clearly thinking through his next step.]
Evan: Well, Aunt Kimmy got me a birthday card and inside was this paper that you could trade in-
Kris (in background): It’s a check.
Evan: Well, it had a check that you could trade in for money, so I traded that in and my allowance for heelies…
I’d like to hear more about this paper you can trade in for money. And whether or not they make heelies in adult shoe sizes.
Happy 9th birthday, Evan! I’m still ridiculously crazy about you, kid!