It is Mitch's birthday today! He is one year younger than he thought he was all year long. I don't know how that happened since he loves to throw in my face the fact that I am 6 months older than he is, and he knows how old I am, but whatever. When you're in your forties, I guess the number just doesn't matter that much anymore. We actually did the math last night when we were out for his birthday dinner at a dive bar with our children. Apparently parenting-standards don't matter much when you hit your forties either. The kids loved the dive bar. Kira has perfected tying cherry stems in knots with her tongue. Good girl!