Forget Me, Not

My father called me this evening. He wanted to know if I would be in town this coming weekend so he and his wife could fly up to see me for my birthday. This is suspect for several reasons.

First, he had to ask me what day, exactly, my birthday was. Old habits die hard. At least he got the right weekend this year. Last year he wished me a Happy Birthday a full 7 days early, thinking he got it perfectly right.

Secondly, why this year? For the past, oh, 17 years he has had no problem wishing me Happy Birthday in a phone call or card that arrived sometime between March 1st and May 31st. What gives?

Perhaps this has something to do with the impending arrival of my dad's newest child. Oh yes, you read that right. He told me a week ago his wife is pregnant. The baby is due in October. I won't even being to go into my feelings on this subject in this post.

However, I am certain one of three things is happening here.

A) He's trying to say "Look! I can actually be a good father!"

B) He's going to ask me to be the god-father of this baby.

C) He's trying to gain some leverage to guilt me into being present at the baby's birth.

Either way, this oughta be interesting.