(Daylong montage of parents getting breakfast donuts, birthday card, ice cream cake, discussing sushi dinner parameters)
Me: (standing in kitchen, watching Alpha enter, notices uniform) Going to work?
Alpha: Yep. (goofy pout)
Me: (resigned) Well. Welcome to adulthood, Alpha, working on your birthday. Love you.
Alpha: Thanks. Be back later.
(Carrot stands perplexed a moment, heads to basement)
Me: (to Husband over bank of computer monitors) Alpha just left for work.
Husband: (blinks) He didn’t take the day off? Of course he didn’t. (sighs) I guess we’re doing sushi tomorrow.
Beta: Can we do sushi without him?
Gamma: We can save him a few pieces.
Beta: Sushi at midnight is still birthday sushi, right?