“Do you know what day it is?” I asked Christopher.
He glanced at his watch, “July 8.”
“And what special day is that?” I raised my eyebrows.
He smiled. “Happy Birthday.”
“What festivities do you have planned?” I asked as he flopped across the foot of my bed.
He thought for a second. “Well, if you pick some place cheap – not too fancy – it’s on me.”
That’s my boy.