Maybees Don’t Fly In June

(I am at a family dinner one August Sunday in honor of my niece’s birthday.)

Dad: *saying grace* “And thank you, Heavenly Father, for the two birthday girls, [Niece] and [My Name].”

All: “Amen.”

Me: “Dad, why did you include me as a birthday girl?”

Dad: *says something about having a small housewarming present for me, so it felt right*

Mom: *chimes in* “Yeah, [My Name]’s birthday is in July.”

Me: *completely astonished* “I was born in June.”

(Pause as the whole family stares at each other in confusion.)

Me: “Come on, guys, you were both THERE!”