We celebrated my fiance’s 33rd birthday this past weekend. Before cutting the cake my future mother-in-law asks me, “How old will you be in May, Mar?”
“I’ll be 29.” I respond.
She stares at me for a moment. “Really, 29? Or…” I stare back, genuinely confused for a moment. She finally asks, “Is this your first 29th birthday?”
“Ha! Yes, this is my first 29th birthday” I grin, “but probably not my last.”