Happy Birthday . . .

When I got home from work yesterday, Andi was talking to people on her play phone. Apparently she thought her show needed some audience participation. She handed the phone to me, and said “Here, call Aunt Meg and say Happy Birthday.” I said “Aunt Meg’s birthday was yesterday, it’s not her birthday anymore.” Then she asked whose birthday it was. I said “Nobody’s birthday is today.” After a couple seconds of thinking, Sam said “Hey, I think it’s Ben Affleck’s birthday today.” (On a side note, how did Sam know it was his birthday so well? Ben Affleck is going to get a beat down.) So, Andi handed me the phone and said “Ok, you call Ben Affleck and say Happy Birthday.”
So, I humored her and took the phone. I hit a couple of numbers and said “Hey Ben Affleck, Happy Birthday. Can I please have two hours of my life back I lost from watching Bounce? No? Ok, goodbye.”
Apparently that wasn’t good enough. Andi said “You sing Happy Birthday song to Ben Affleck for his birthday.”
Then I said something I thought I’d never say. “I am not going to call Ben Affleck to sing Happy Birthday!”
“Yes!”
“No!”
“Please, daddy!”
“No, no, no!”
“Daddy, you’re ruining Ben Affleck’s birthday!”
So, if Ben Affleck had a bad birthday yesterday, it’s my fault. I didn’t sing Happy Birthday to him.

Hey, sorry about your birthday.