This has happened to me at least twice at the doctor’s office or pharmacy. Whenever it happens, the receptionist’s tone and face have become filled with disdain and contempt. The other thing to never do is ask your daughter what her birthday is, and then repeat it to the questioning party.  The first time this happened to me, I eventually got it right, but not after being questioned if I was the real father. I jokingly asked, “What would have happened if I got the answer wrong?” She did not treat my question as a joke.


The thing is I barely remember my own birthday, and now all of a sudden I have to remember two more. It doesn’t help both my girls have summer birthdays, and sometimes we celebrate their birthdays during the school year so that more of their friends can come.