My birthday turned out absolutely wonderfully.  Thank you, all of you, for the well wishes and kind words.  Wonderful - all of you.

Anyway, I celebrated last night with a rousing family game of Cranium’s Cadoo.  Yeah, that’s right, cuz that’s what old people DO on their birthdays, ok?  Because I am now much too old and too mature to go out partying on a school/work night.  I have responsibilities and shit.  I also apparently have terribly responsible friends now, so when the one friend who was supposed to go out with me calls up sick, I’m totally screwed and tattooed with no backup plan.  Cuz I’m responsible.

Anyway - playing Cadoo.  Me. Husband. And The Boy.

Game two is getting intense, fueled by the fact that I absolutely KICKED THEIR ASSES during Game One.  It has come down to one card - a combo card no less.

For those of you who don’t do Cadoo, allow me to explain the magnitude of the situation.  A combo card requires one person to act/draw or mold out of a lump of clay something that will cause one of the other players to spew forth answers at incoherent speeds in the hope that someone will eventually spit out the Secret Word.

As soon as I drew the card I looked to my son for guidance.  I tried to mind meld him the importance of HIM guessing correctly instead of his dad.

Son: Yesssssss!!! *fist pumping*

Me: Can you handle this kiddo?

Son:  Yes!! Yes! 

Me:  Are you sure?  You’ve GOT to guess faster than Dad, Ok?

Son:  Oh yeah!!  Combos are HARD!  And I’m SMART!  And he’s… well… y’know…

He tosses a quick, sympathetic look over his shoulder at his dad and a knowing look back at me.  My husband immediately shoots ME that look that says “he gets this from YOU!” - completely unwarranted I might add.

Husband: Hey, that’s not nice - what are you trying to say???

Son: What? Huh?  What’s not nice?  What did I say???  I don’t understand….

Husband:  Well… that kind of… I mean, that kind of hurts my feelings maybe…

And right THERE.  That’s where I lost it.  Completely.  Off the chair and on the floor.

At which point my son disolves into tears because he can tell by my fit of laughter and his father’s complete lack of mirth that he has apparently said something “wrong”, and he has absolutely no clue what.

Husband:  Hey!  That’s not funny!  Don’t laugh!

Me:  Oh honey, don’t make him cry.  He wasn’t TRYING to be mean.  He was just…. heee….. heee…. he was just saying….. heee…. That’s why it’s funny!  It’s funny… he he he he… cuz he thinks it’s true!!!!  *cue complete collapse*

Husband, not at all amused.  Son, utterly confused.

But me?  Well, it was an absolutely perfect ending to the day.

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