My daughter's birthday is in a few weeks. She has a special request for a birthday present. "Mom," she said. "Can you get me a broom for my birthday?"
I looked at the girl, completely shocked. "A broom? What for? Are you planning on flying away on one?"
"No, Mom. Don't be silly. I really need one. The broom we have is full of Schultz hair. (Schultz is our German Shepherd, in case you're new here.) I can't sweep the floors with it."
My daughter's job is to clean our floors, so I saw her point. "Fine. I'll get you a new broom. But it doesn't have to be a birthday present."
"But I want it for my birthday."
Okay. Whatever. That's the oddest birthday request I've ever heard from a twelve-year-old. Maybe I should get her a mop and a bucket, too!