In the mood...

We were at the local Not-Chuck-E-Cheese kid-friendly pizza place a few nights ago, noticing that there were many birthday parties. Many more than usual, I would venture to guess. I commented to Spouse that September is the month when there are the most births in America. You know, nine months after those cold winter nights.

He responded, "Well, it makes perfect sense that our kids were born in winter." I get insomnia every Spring. That Spouse. He's a smart one.