When I am dead and gone, I plan to surprise my son by being reincarnated as one of his children (born to him late in life, as I don’t intend to die until I’m well over 100). Then, on my ninth birthday, I will insist he throw me a party at Monster Mini Golf in Norwood, with pizza, an ice cream cake, and quarters to be used in the arcade.
I wonder if he’ll be as proud of me as I am of him. Seems unlikely.
(Happy Birthday, nine year old).