Me: OMG Emerson I almost forgot, it’s your birthday today! I’m so sorry!
Emerson: I can’t believe you forgot my 30th birthday.
Me: You’re only three.
Emerson: Mama, every human year is like 10 years for a big dog like me.
Me: I suppose that’s somewhat true. But at least I remembered before the day was over.
Emerson: Not until after I went to sleep. It’s just like that movie One Hundred and Sixty Candles.
Me: I don’t know that movie.
Emerson: Sure you do! That one where everyone forgets the red-haired girl’s birthday because her sister’s getting married, and her Papa finally remembers but not until after she goes to bed. You’ve watched it millions of times.
Me: Oh, you mean Sixteen Candles!
Emerson: And at the end of the movie she gets a cake.
Me: You’re not getting a cake.
Emerson: You can’t just rewrite the ending Mama. One Hundred and Sixty Candles is a classic.
Me: Think of it as a reboot. All the classics are getting one these days. At least your best friend’s little brother didn’t pay a dollar to see your underpants at the dance last night.