When I was in grade 1, I told everyone in my class, including my teacher, Ms. Stewart that my birthday was December 4th.
My actual birthday is May 13th, but I didn't like it.
I liked December because it was the same month as Christmas.
And 4 was my favourite number.
It seemed logical to me at the time to just change the greatest day of my parents life until I realized that my parents had to go to "Meet the Teacher" night and actually converse with my teacher who thought my birthday was December 4. Until I remembered that they announced birthdays on the loud speaker every morning. Until I realized that my friends would want to come to my party in December instead of May.
Then I grew up and realized that birth dates are on every kid's file and Ms.Stewart knew the truth all along.
And.... December isn't that great after all.
Annnnnnnnd my favourite number is really 11....not 4.