Indoors Column: Hey Shorty

In case you hadn’t heard, Saturday was Callum’s birthday.  He started the countdown a good two months ago and was not shy about letting even strangers know how close the big day was getting.


Saturday, a delivery man came to the house.  Callum told him, plain as day, “Today is my birthday.”


No reaction.


“I’m seven.”




I’m not sure if the guy didn’t hear him, or if he just felt awkward about not bringing a card.  It didn’t faze Callum at all.  He just assumed that the guy wished him happy birthday in a voice too quiet to hear.


I, on the other hand, vowed not to get that random stranger a single thing for his birthday this year.


I’m sure Callum will wind up signing my name to the card anyway.