So, my family is full of picky eaters. I used to be one of the worst ones until I started going to Alpha and realized that it would be kind of embarrassing if I didn't eat what was put in front of me. I bring this up because often our tastes are very different at the dinner table, and sometimes when my mom and I want to eat at some place else, my dad will be like "whatever" and be fine with staying home.
Now, back in November, right before Remembrance Day, my mom and I wanted to go to this seafood restaurant that we don't go to very often, and this time we had decided to invite some friends from Church who lived in the area. So, we get to the lobster place, and they're sitting at a table, waiting for us (as you do). Then we sit down and get talking, and the people we're with hand me a birthday card. I thought it was nice, if not a bit strange, but we hadn't seen them in a long time, so I figured that was the reason for the late birthday card. It was when they handed me a small bouquet of flowers when I really started to get weirded out.
Turns out, they thought it was my birthday that day, which it wasn't. And they had already told the waitress to prepare a dessert for me.
Whoops.
We get back to the waitress and tell her the misunderstanding, and explain that, no, my birthday is in the summer, thank you. ːsteamlaughcryː I did have that dessert, but we paid for it, and had a good time all around.
We got home and told my dad about the whole thing. So, the very next evening, he invites my grandpa over, gets a cake out of nowhere, and explains that it's because it's my birthday. So we had another low-key birthday bash for me again that night.
And that is the story of how I had three birthdays in one year.
Can't get much better than that. ːsteamsunnyː