![]() An enduring birthday-morning tradition in the Polen household, as The Tots were growing up, was "Mom" sneaking out to the living room stereo at the crack of dawn -- preferably while everyone was still asleep -- and blasting The Beatles' "Birthday" at eardrum-shattering volume. Other birthday traditions were more benign [and less likely to get us in trouble with our neighbors], but this is the tradition that made me laugh the hardest, every March 21st, May 4th and December 9th. My lovely oldest daughter is twenty years old today. I wish I were there to personally rattle the windows and send Betty-Next-Door scrambling for the phone, to call 911 ... but this will have to do. They say it's your birthday. Happy Birthday to you!
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