It’s a problem, being born the day after Yom Kippur. He asked last year and this year when his actual birthday starts, and I said that when he hears the shofar, he’ll know he’s 5. But by then, most of us aren’t really feeling like partying, though we did attempt some minor gift-giving after the breaking-the-fast meal to accommodate my sisters’ weird schedules. So this year, we decided to do his birthday beforehand instead, barring any decent Sunday party dates in the near future. Anyway, the point is, it’s NOT his birthday yet!!! Why does that matter? Because we have three more nights of nummies left before he turns 5 and then I’m done for good. And yes, it’s a sentimental thing, and I think I’ll be okay, but even though he’s a big boy, I think we’ll both miss the closeness. Anyway, moving on: I love this expression on his face as the cake arrives. “OMG, really, it’s really MY birthday?!? It’s happening at last!!!” He has been talking up and planning his birthday as the Awes