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I'm not all that comforted by the time zone argument. Here's why.
Little dude had his 11th birthday on the 17th.
*Got the birthday breakfast
*Got the cupcakes with his classmates
*Got the dinner of his personal choice
*Got the presents and cake with family (not to be confused with something that looked almost the same at a restaurant/bowling alley on the previous Saturday. Nor the planned extravaganza peer party scheduled for after the holidays)
*Got the cupcakes with his basketball team after practice
*Got to stay up a little late followed by Mom and I thanking him for picking us to be his parents. then finally off the bed.
The next morning when he was told to get his own breakfast he pointed out: "Ya know. . . . I was was born at 4:27 in the afternoon. So, technically, it's still my birthday."
I'll uncross my fingers when it ain't the 21st anywhere. But if the world comes to an end. Thanks!
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