Bob's Birthday

K: Mom, today is Bob's birthday

Me: That's nice (half asleep-thinking that I don't remember anyone named Bob).

K: Are we going to celebrate?

Me: Is your class going to have cupcakes?

K: No!

Me: Why not?

K: Mom, Bob is dead.

I'm thinking that something must have been lost in translation. Then K said that maybe Ziggy was celebrating Bob's birthday. OK-either we spend way too much time listening to Reggae on Sirius radio or way too much time around Winston (our Jamaican). Or maybe a little of both.

So we baked some cupcakes, listened to Bob Marley and K wore her dread lock wig that Winston gave her. Listening to "Every Little Thing's Gonna be All Right." was just what we needed.

Happy Birthday Bob!