[flickr id=”6070441022″ thumbnail=”small” overlay=”true” size=”small” group=”” align=”left”]The other day it was my Mom’s birthday. I took 2/3 of the kids over for cake & ice cream (1/3 was in trouble).  While there it was the usual sort of gaiety and confusion that occurs when so many grandchildren are in one place.

The night was winding to a close when I commented about next year being a big birthday for my mom.  She looked at me in confusion and asked what I meant.

“Well, you’ll be turning sixty.”

“No.”

“Mom. You were born in ’52. Next year is 2012. You’ll be sixty.”

“Oh. I thought this was my 58th birthday. I’m 59?”

I laughed and said, “Yeah. Happy birthday I just stole a year from you.”

Ooops.

Quite possibly the crappiest gift I’ve ever given.