True story. I wrote rhyming poems when I was four and calculated my free throw percentage when I was five, but until kindergarten, I thought all adults were born in December. See, my father and former step-father both have the same birthday - today. My mom's birthday in next Monday. My step mom at the time? Her birthday is tomorrow. And Jesus...well, he was an adult, right? Thankfully, my first kindergarten teacher had a birthday in October and I got straightened out.
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