It’s one of those days again. MY Birthday. How old am I, I hear you asking. I’m 409 – Happy Birthday to me! I’m puzzled. Wasn’t I 409 last year, and the year before that, AND the year before THAT? Yes, I’m ALWAYS 409. I can never remember when I was born, so 409 will have to do. That’s special, I think. Like me. 409 is a prime number.
I smile – my secret happy smile.
It’s my birthday – I’m 409!
And I am!