It was my birthday yesterday. I announced it to Caspian in the morning, because during the school holidays he barely knows what day it is, much less the date. He said, “Happy birthday, Mum! One year closer…” We stared at each other for a moment until I said, “…to death?” “Yeah,” he said, with the macabre sensibilities of a 12 year old whose favourite genre is post-apocalyptic. “Adult birthdays just don’t seem that fun. You don’t get many presents or do much fun stuff, it’s just like you’re celebrating being older and closer to death.”
Happy Birthday!
Great t-shirt! Happy birthday 🎉