Thursday, August 4, 2011

Birthdays in May.

I answered a phone call from my dad again the other night.  I should have known better.

Me: Hi dad, is everything okay?

Dad: Hello??

Me: Dad.  Can you hear me?

Dad: Yeah, why?

Me: Sigh...never mind.  Is everything okay?  I'm kind of in the middle of something, so I will need to call you back in a little while or tomorrow since it's so late.

Dad: What?  My fan's on and I can't hear you.

Me: CAN I CALL YOU BACK TOMORROW?

Dad: How old is Austin? (Austin is my nephew...his grandson).

Me: Dad, seriously?  I'm busy...18 months.

Dad: When's his birthday? Last month?

Me: Dad...I just told you he is 18 months old.  His birthday is at the end of January.

Dad: It is??  I thought it was in May!

Me: I HAVE TO LET YOU GO.  I WILL CALL YOU BACK TOMORROW.

Dad: Who else has a birthday in May?  Somebody does...

Me: Uh, YOU do, Dad.

Dad: Oh that's right!