Today my older son Tommy turns 26. His godmother called me and asked how old he was. I told her that if she had to ask, she was a crappy godmother. I laugh because I know why she is blocking it. The older he gets, the older she gets. So I said 26 and she moaned "Oh that's cruel." I told her it was ok, she should remember she was 9 when she became his godmother. She laughed and said that's better. Tom worked the night shift so the birthday thus far is pretty boring.
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