"Lock the doors and close the blinds -- we're going for a ride..."

Well, I'm 32. And I'm using the last minute of my birthday to write this.

Thirty-two is one of those ages which means absolutely nothing. Perhap;s I'm simply 8 years shy of being eligible to be an AARP member. Or this year I'll be halfway to the coveted Senior Citizen discount at Denny's. But for now? Not so important.

I successfully made it through the entire day at work with none of my co-workers remembering that it was my birthday. I didn't leave obvious hints (see my last blog entry!) for them, and we were terribly busy, so there was no reason for them to keep track.

I guess this isn't totally accurate. Last Thursday our team of seven had a birthday party with pizza and cake for those of us who had a birthday in March or April, as well as for me, since my birthday was coming up imminently.

Anyhow, the point is -- I didn't mind. After all, it's just 32!

Another random musing going through my mind: on Sunday morning, I was sleeping in a bit. K was wonderful enough to get Av up, and he was chattering like there was no tomorrow! he was running back and forth between his Mom and his Dad, smiling, giggling, and just being happy. He's at the stage where he can say maybe 6 words, but is talking in his own little language. So when he's happy he simply babbles away.

And maybe I was partially asleep, but I could have sworn that when I was waving to him from bed, he ran over to me, smiling up a storm, gave me a high-five (his newest trick), and said something that sounded incredibly like "My nigga!"

Which is something you certainly don't expect your 15-month old kid to say, when his vocabulary is mostly "up!" "more!" "mooooo!"

So I was a bit startled. And I had two choices:

(1) Reply to him. 'Sup yo? You wearin' some fine pajamas, goin' big pimpin' for all the hos to give 'em a lil' of that somethin' somethin'? Be chill, aight? (NOTE TO OLD PEOPLE: this is exactly why we shouldn't pretend to talk like this.)

(2) Not encourage him.

Yeah. #2. And so far I haven't heard him say that again. He does pick up the weirdest words though. Both K and I can attest to him saying the word "diptheria." But I think this is just the course of him growing up.

That's it for tonight. Thanks to all of you for the birthday wishes...

Update: 2004-04-22 - This morning, Av was eating breakfast and said Baba Booey. Not just once, but a good five times. The interesting thing is that we do our best to not have Howard Stern playing in the car on the way to day care while he's travelling with us! I guess Baba Booey is relatively innocuous. Once he starts yelling out "Show us your boobs!" -- we'll sit down and have a little talk with him...