The girls and I were driving to a friend's house for dinner Monday night, singing songs to try to keep Corryn from screaming in sheer hatred of the car seat. Dillon suggested Happy Birthday. She had gone to gymnastics that day and it was one of the girls' birthday. I asked, "What was her name?"
"I don't know."
"Did you ask her how old she was?"
And in being absolutely true to her nature, "No, I wasn't really interested."
Fair enough. Afterall, why bother if it isn't interesting?