What I reportedly told my mother I wanted to do for my second birthday.

She always tells me this story: She wasn’t sure if I understood the concept of a birthday, so she started a conversation about how I was about to turn two and how mommy & daddy wanted to do something special for the big day with me, and did I know what I would like to do? She swears I turned to her and said this, as fast as I possibly could. So we went out to dinner.

Absolutely nothing has changed in the last 22 years, I guess, as I’m heading to dinner tonight with some great people who insist they can’t let my birthday (which was earlier in the week) pass by without some sort of celebration. 

(There will, however, be much more alcohol than there was on my second birthday.)