Today one of my children turns seven. Here’s how the conversation this morning went.
Me: “Happy Birthday! How old are you now?”
Me: “Seven? Wow, you’re getting old.”
A2: With a sad face, “M- says when J- is twelve that Minecraft won’t exist anymore.”
On this day, the celebration of having completed seven revolutions around our star, the birthday girl is made sad (albeit temporarily) by considering the future demise of her favorite computer game.