We had four birthdays, three kinds of ice cream, two cakes . . . and one candle.
That’s right – to celebrate a collective age of 98 years my mother placed one candle in the far corner of a cake and said, “Okay, let’s party!”
“Uhh, Mom? Are you low on candles or something?”
“No,” she said casually as she prepared to light the lone candle.
“Well, why don’t we get a little crazy then and pull out a few more of those funky fire sticks to spread across these delicious looking cakes.”
“We can’t. It’s flu season.”
“Yes, I thought it would be smart if we just have one candle in the corner and have the birthday people blow lightly so they don’t spread germs over the whole cake.”
No one knew what to say. It’s lame, but true so how can you argue with it?
Every party has a pooper.
We sang a lovely rendition of Happy Birthday and then watched as our birthday babies huffed and puffed and cautiously blew like the Big Bad Wussies.
Don’t worry, though. After we ate safe cake we germaphobes let loose and lathered up with antibacterial gel for a wild game of Twister!