Talking to my dad on the phone the other night (the poor man is in Taiwan and despite at least three sports channels to choose from, has no access to his beloved Patriots. Taiwan is baseball-crazed and he caught all of the MLB action just fine, but now it's winter and he's missed an entire season of football. He's praying that ESPN Taiwan will at least air the playoffs), he tells me how my mom was ambushed by my uncle, who decided to celebrate my grandfather's birthday a few days early and not tell me mom about it until just hours before the big dinner, thus making my mom look like a fool who'd forgotten her dad's birthday...
Father: That's ridiculous. I mean, if you threw me a birthday party, you'd tell your brother about it, right? And he'd tell you if he did something for my birthday.
Moi: Very hypothetical questions, Father. I don't think we'll throw anything for your birthday.
Father: But you would tell him if you did, right?
Moi: I suppose I would. It just probably won't happen...
Father: I'm just reminding you two that I still have a birthday.
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