Her unbirthday gift giving is kind of sweet with the surprises and all that, but sometimes I wonder if she just doesn't want to bother getting to know people well enough to remember their specific birthdays.
Sometimes I play "Shave and a Haircut two bits" on the car horn when the kids are in the car. It's a mood lightener, and about the only song I can figure out to play with a one-note car horn. Okay I do it other times too when the kids aren't around. But anyway, they like me to do it when they're in the car. Sometimes they ask for it in traffic, at stop lights, and I tell them it's only for places where people won't think we're honking at them. So today an old woman waits until the last possible second before pulling out right in front of us with her carful of young punks coming from a movie, and I lay on the horn, can't slow down too fast because I don't want to get rearended by the yahoo in back of us, so I'm having to swerve and use every available space into the other lane to avoid this carnage-inducing clown. Some kid in the back, I think it was the girl, aksed me why I didn't play "Shave and a Haircut two bits," and I had to tell her I didn't want her to think it was a friendly honk. And it wasn't. I'm all for forgiving and forgetting, like some would say, and I did that, but then on the other hand, if I can scare some dangerous-driving old/texting/careless people off the road, I'm doing a public service.