Bubba, my son, is going to be having a birthday in about six days. He'll be eleven. I've been planning his party. Of course, Bubba had to put his two cents in.
"Mama, I want a piñata, six Nerf guns, silly string, party hats, balloons, and lots of cake, ice cream, and candy."
"Bubba, don't you think that's a little extravagant?" I asked.
He shook his head. "No. It's a double digit party. You only get eight in your lifetime. I'll only have seven more after this. It has to be special!"
"Oh," I said. "Well, I'm going to have a double digit birthday, too. Can I be extravagant?"
"Sure, Mama. What are you going to get?"
"A ticket to jump out of an airplane."
He looked at me like I was crazy. "Really?"
"Yep. Because I have only four more double digit birthdays left. I'm half-way done with them, so I'm going to make this one special!"
(Yes, ladies and gentlemen, yours truly is going to jump out of an airplane in less than two weeks. It's going to be awesome!)