So, we’re having dinner, on the day before #2’s birthday. Naturally, the boys manage to ignore number 2 and concentrate on birthdays further ahead.
“What are you going to do on your birthday, Dad?”, says #3
“Well, son 3”, I say, “It’s a big birthday this year, so I’m thinking about running a mile for each year that I’ve been alive. And I’m going to ask lots of my friends if they want to run part of it with me”
“Wow, can I run it too?”
“Yes, but you’ll have to run your age too, you know”
“Hmmm, 13 miles…not really sure I fancy that”
A pause
“Not going to be very fair on Grandad, is it?”
The Emu 