Bud hates babies. He has hated them since - well, really, since he was one. I think babies are too much like dogs for Bud - they're unpredictable, they make loud noises, and they tend to divert the attention of the people whose attention Bud wants.
Apparently in school today there must have been some mention of the upcoming celebration of the birth of Baby Jesus, because at dinner tonight Bud announced, "I don't want birthday for Baby Jesus. Just boy and girl."
Now despite our current religious affiliation, we do try to connect Jesus Christ to Bud's experience of Christmas and we continue a family tradition of having a birthday cake for Baby Jesus on Christmas Eve.
So, we had an impromptu family meeting and we've struck a compromise. This Christmas we won't be observing the birth of Christ at Bud's house.
We'll be celebrating Christ's sixth birthday.