At some point, the girls devised a rule whereby I was only allowed to play guitar if it was my birthday. A common scene in our house is me sitting on the couch trying to play guitar, and either Phoebe or Roxie coming up, muting my strings, and telling me: "No daddy! It's not your birthday."
Occasionally (but definitely more often than once a year) Phoebe will tell me: "You can play your guitar daddy. It's your birthday!"
Today, I told her I wanted to play guitar and asked her when it would be my birthday again. She answered that it was my birthday today and tomorrow.
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