He's turning 43.
I am telling you this because everyone always thinks that he is younger than me.
He is not younger than me.
Someone once thought that I was his mother. Actually, it happened twice.
I have a complex about this.
I am not Music Man's mother. He has a perfectly good mother, thank you very much.
People always think that he is lying when he tells them his age.
Then, they think that he is joking when he tells them that we have six kids.
Then, they look at me and shoot me dirty looks.
Well, not really, but I always feel like people think that I robbed the cradle or something.
I have a complex about this too.
Maybe, people are confused about Music Man's age because he is the ultimate goofball.
Just take a look at the evidence:
Like father, like son.
Weirdness comes naturally to our girls. Our oldest daughter used to call Music Man a "weird funny".
And our boys are just as weird.
So, tomorrow Music Man is 43.
Not 23 or 33.
And I am not his mother.
I am younger than him, darn it!
Happy Birthday, Music Man! I love you honey!
Your loving wife,