PREHISTORIC PAYBACK
Today is Lorenzo's birthday. His 38th, to be exact. But as far as I'm concerned, it's payback time.
I happen to be a little older than my husband. Nothing major, just a matter of fourteen and a half months. Since I celebrated my 39th BIRTHDAY, however, last March, someone (and I won't mention names) has been teasing me about my age and the whole "pushing 40" thing.
Of course it wasn't long before my kids jumped on the bandwagon, making jokes about Mommy walking with cavemen and graduating from Prehistoric University. Ask them how old their Dad is, however, and the answer's always the same. Twenty-seven.
Yep. Daddy's got 'em trained well. Cheeky little things.
For the past few months, Mommy just grinned and bore it. After all, there was no going around it: He was 37, she was 39.
Until today, when someone else's birthday comes one notch closer to the four-zero mark. And to commemorate this happiest of occasions, Mommy found the perfect CAKE online. An exquisitely executed chocolate prehistoric landscape dotted with a volcano, a T-Rex and a triceratops, all deliciously blended together with vanilla custard filling and butter cream icing.
Happy Birthday, Babe. Consider it even.
Love, R.