Every year I nearly forget my sister's birthday. In self-defense, I also forget my own birthday, until Mrs. Drang wishes me a happy one.
This qualifies as self-defense, you see, because she is exactly two years younger than me. (Give or take an hour or two.) Our cousin was born the same day as her.
I once told someone that I wanted a pony for my second birthday, but got a little sister instead; I could handle Mom not thinking it was funny, but she didn't even seem to realize I was joking...
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