My budding astrologerChloe has this thing with birthdays. She absolutely loves connecting people with their birth month and everyone else who was ever born in that month. She loves that she shares a birthday with George Washington Carver, inventor of thousands of peanut products. She's researched that Hazel was born in the same month as Abigail Adams. Sammy? Oh yeah, same month as Teddy Roosevelt. But she couldn't find an August birthday for Calvin to connect with.
She pulled out the entire set of Power Tales story books, and started hunting for Calvin's Leo soulmate. She came dancing down half an hour later, jubilant.
"Mama, it's Francis Scott Key!! He was born on August 1!"
I was duly impressed by this fact, and continued loading the dishwasher.
"Mom, can we celebrate his birthday? It should be very important to us."
I agreed, and proposed singing The Star Spangled Banner on the auspicious day. She sighed with happiness, then told me that, "this needs to be our new family tradition for YEARS to come!!"