Charlie turns 7 tomorrow. Can you believe it? 7!
"So where do you want to go out to eat for your birthday?" I asked him last night.
"Surprise me," he answered.
"But make sure it's a place where all the waiters sing Happy Birthday to me," he added.
It's funny that he wants that. That sort of public revelry would be hell on Earth for Susanne or me if we were the intended target.
He looked puzzled.
"But how will they know it's my birthday? Do all of the restaurants have a big list of all the kids' birthdays?"
"No," I said. "The restaurants don't have Santa-type power. Mom or dad will tell the waiter or waitress that it's your birthday."
