At least she remembered he HAS a birthday!

I went in to get my eyebrows waxed -- something I've never done before. Maybe lying on that table did something to my brain. At any rate, I was chatting with the friend who brought me, and I mentioned that my son was turning ten years old in a few days. My friend started going on about how she remembered turning ten, it's such a big deal -- you're two digits, you feel so grownup.

And then I thought, "Wait a minute. He's not turning ten. He's only going to be nine."

I didn't even want to correct her, because there was just no graceful way to do it. But eventually I had to admit that I'd actually gotten my son's age wrong. The room went very quiet, and everybody stared at me. Lovely.