Sadie and I were reading a story together about the great Chicago fire. It read, "Sunday, October 8, was a disaster just waiting to happen." Because October 8th happens to be my birthday, I leaned over and whispered, "Do you know what else happened that day?"
"Your favorite person was born that day."
Without hesitation, Sadie asked, "Teddy Roosevelt?"
Somewhat perplexed, I answered, "No. Me."
Sadie chuckled and said, "You're not my favorite person."