I didn’t need a FB reminder to know this is my brother’s birthday! I clearly remember when he was born. Children weren’t allowed to visit in the hospital so Grandma Bea took David and me around to the window to see the new arrival.
Dad held Bobby Dan up to the window and flashed us a proud grin.
I turned to grandmother and in my best pouty voice, asked the question that had been on my mind since the night before.
“Why isn’t he a girl?”
Don’t be insulted little brother. I asked that the next two times as well!
Have a great birthday!