For the past three years, someone in our family has been sick on Colin’s birthday.
Three years ago, Colin and Warren got a nasty stomach flu that made it impossible for either to enjoy the festivities. Last year, Maddie visited the emergency room which resulted from a virus that she later spread to Colin.
This year, Warren came down with an allergic reaction on the bottoms of his feet. He couldn’t really walk on them, so we didn’t go on any of the outings that we had planned for the four day weekend.
Colin doesn’t want to admit it, but I think his birthday is officially cursed. He claims that Warren’s sickness wasn’t really a sickness since it was hives, but I think he’s just trying to get off on a technicality.
The day wasn’t completely bad but certainly not anything special. I made him crêpes with Nutella and strawberries to cheer him up.
Poor guy. How long does a curse typically last? Maybe it will have run its course by the time he’s forty. I just hope it gets resolved faster than the curse on the Chicago Cubs…