As I mentioned, last Thursday, TK wished me a Happy Pi Approximation Day. Something to do with the fraction 22/7 being an approximation of Pi, which is…something mathematically-inclined people seem to find exciting. Last Thursday was, by the US way of abbreviating dates, 7/22, which I gather is close enough.
There was some bemoaning the fact he missed being a Pi Approximation baby by one day, to the point I actually felt a little guilty. I tried. We checked in to the hospital on 7/22 (1995). Not my fault he took his sweet time making an entrance and didn’t check in to the world until 7/23.
Being familiar with my son’s sense of humor, we decided to have a little fun with his cake. Yes, a store-bought cake. The cakes for their first birthdays were each home-baked by me with love, but the desire for something not only edible, but good, to celebrate milestones is pretty much universal in my family.
Grocery store bakery employee: Would you like me to write something on that cake?
Me: Thank you, but I’ll just do it at home.
GSBE: It only takes a minute and there’s no charge.
Me: Yes, but I want it to say “Happy belated Pi Approximation Day” and then, in a different color, “and 15th birthday, too”.
Me: I’ll just do it at home. But thanks.
My hand cramped and, because I was so paranoid I was going to misspell it and kept double checking, it took me about an hour to write approximation, but it was worth it because it made TK laugh.