http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51NqChdsFNL._SL500_AA280_.jpgThe exact date of my dad's birthday has always been a bit of a mystery to me and probably to him.
He was born in the late 1940's, somewhere near the end of the year when South Korea was going through some unstable times and records weren't kept all that well.
He was born in the late 1940's, somewhere near the end of the year when South Korea was going through some unstable times and records weren't kept all that well.
He has a bunch of siblings- the oldest of which is approximately 20 years older than he is. He's the youngest.
And so that date stuck.
Until this year.
As we unveiled a strawberry custard masterpiece and presented our gifts, Dad stared up confused and declared:
"Naw! You got the date wrong- now it's the 24th of November! I found the records and that's my actual birthday!"
You don't say.
He chuckled indulgently- as if to say "You guys are so absent minded!" and proceeded to croon at the card we got for him. One of those ones where you open it and the card launches into a song- in this case Disco Inferno by The Trammps (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A_sY2rjxq6M&feature=related).
Over and over, he whipped that card open. Each time he whopped at the ingenuity of the card's design.
And so we played Disco Inferno eleventy more times, in place of singing Happy Birthday for him.
He was the birthday boy after all- I suppose he has a right to do whatever he wants.
He declared this birthday to be the best ever and the day ended on a high with my mum and dad jiving to the jukebox that was, his birthday card.
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