I don't remember the exact year (I was probably about seven or eight years old), but I do recall how the conversation went between me and my mom.
"Mom, how old are you and dad," I asked.
"Who is asking," mom replied.
"My friends wanted to know," I said.
"Tell them it's not polite to ask adults how old they are," she said.
And that was that. Never again did I ask how old they were. Nor did I ask the year of their birth - to figure it out myself. I do know my dad is a year older than my mom. (Just like I'm a year older than Danielle.)
Regardless of how old you are, dad, I still love you and am glad to have you and mom around. Enjoy your birthday!
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