Where is my Birthday?

Our youngest turned three this month. Now, it’s hard to describe to a three year old that it’s his birthday and hip hip hooray. I put up a Happy Birthday banner above his chair at the table so he could see it when he came down for breakfast. All he knew about his day is everyone was singing one of his favorite songs and he wanted a Bob the Builder cake at some point. As we were taking his older brothers to school that morning, our birthday boy asked us all a question not one of us could answer….

“Where is my birthday?”

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The Bear About Ate Him

Lately my boys have been looking through our photo albums and we came across the pictures from our first trip to the U.P. (Upper Peninsula, MI, for all you non-michiganders out there!) Our oldest boy was four and our only other boy at the time was one (THAT was a long time ago!) It was our first ‘family vacation’ and we went up to my husband’s family’s eighty acres and cabin. Our oldest was all excited as could be and my husband was more than willing to tell him all the stories of glory from his childhood there.

“See that grove of trees over there, son?”

Our oldest nodded emphatically. “Yup, Daddy, I see it.”

“Your Grandpa shot a bear out there, years ago.”

“Really? Was it big?”

“Pretty big. I wouldn’t want to see it. But don’t worry, that was a long time ago.”

“Oh.”

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