Oh God, here we go.<\/p>\n
You have to understand, there are whole minutes at a time when we forget that Number One Son is different.\u00a0 The big pharmaceutical companies do their jobs well, and he does great on his meds, and he can go for just minutes and minutes without straying too far from the bounds of what society considers “normal.”\u00a0 He’s in public school, and he’s not just succeeding, he\u2019s excelling.\u00a0 It’s great.<\/p>\n
But he is not, in fact, like most people, and he really doesn’t care about\u00a0what society considers “normal.”\u00a0 Not even a bit.\u00a0 Just wouldn’t occur to him.\u00a0 And at home, when his meds have worn off, we’re all good with that – this is his safe zone, and it’s all a constructive training exercise for the real world.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Just when I thought I’d seen everything, it’s time for cake.\u00a0 Due to a rolling birthday dinner, early presents, and late icing – to look like a chess board, as requested – the cake was the last part of the festivities; the dinner was long gone and the presents were long opened.\u00a0 On with the cake!\u00a0 On with the candles!\u00a0 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-and-one-to-grow-by!\u00a0 Two quick matches and I have 12 candles lit, lights out, and the rest of us – SOBUMD, the RQoP, the Human Tape Recorder, and myself – begin to sing.<\/p>\n
Group, singing:<\/strong>\u00a0 Happy Birthday to You! We laughed our asses off.\u00a0 In my entire 42 years on this planet, I have never seen someone blow the damn candles out on their cake before the song was over.\u00a0\u00a0It didn’t occur to me that you could do <\/strong>that.\u00a0 I just would never have thought of it.\u00a0 \u00a0<\/p>\n We’ll never get through another birthday without laughing like loons.\u00a0 “Screw the Song!” just became the cake-hungry rallying cry of the rest of my kids.\u00a0<\/p>\n Of course, the HTR had the last word:\u00a0 “Well, it’s not like we can carry much of a tune…”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" In my entire 42 years on this planet, I have never seen someone blow the damn candles out on their cake before the song was over. It didn’t occur to me that you could do that. I just would never have thought of it. We’ll never get through another birthday without laughing like loons. “Screw the Song!” just became the cake-hungry rallying cry of the rest of my kids. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[11,61,47,5,43],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.biguglymandoll.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1500"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.biguglymandoll.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.biguglymandoll.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.biguglymandoll.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.biguglymandoll.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1500"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"http:\/\/www.biguglymandoll.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1500\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1505,"href":"http:\/\/www.biguglymandoll.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1500\/revisions\/1505"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.biguglymandoll.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1500"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.biguglymandoll.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1500"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.biguglymandoll.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1500"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nNumber One Son, speaking:<\/strong>\u00a0 Screw the song.
\nGroup, singing:<\/strong>\u00a0 Happy Birthday to You!
\nNumber One Son, Yelling:<\/strong>\u00a0 Screw The Song!
\nGroup, singing:<\/strong>\u00a0 Happy Birthday…
\nNumber One Son, blowing:<\/strong>\u00a0 Whfffffffffffffffffffffff!\u00a0 [blows out all the candles]
\nGroup:<\/strong>\u00a0 Uh…
\nNumber One Son:<\/strong>\u00a0 Well, I SAID<\/strong> screw the song.
\nGroup, recovering:<\/strong>\u00a0 Happy Birthday to yoooooooooooooooooooooooooou!<\/p>\n