Happy (belated) Chinese New Year! There are three things to note as it relates to CNY. First, the date changes every year as it relates to the lunar calendar, which I find annoying – it’s not as easy to remember as the first day of the first month of the year.
Second, I stopped paying attention to CNY after I got married because I am now liable to hand out red packets! It’s a lot more fun when I’m on the receiving end. You better believe it when I say I’m going to milk you for all you’re worth as it relates to making the rounds and collecting red packets from all your aunts and uncles (note: we’ll have to be strategic about it and avoid the families that either have more kids than us or are more stingy with their cash).
Third, it’s the Year of the Sheep, and your mom has been building an argument that perhaps we should be really thinking about you:
- Your mom happens to like sheep because your Aunt Sharon is one herself, and she’s great. Like every other animal in the Chinese zodiac, it’s auspicious. According to Wikipedia, which is as much credibility as I will give when it comes to astrology, Sheep are popular, kind, and love peace (sounds like a hippy to me). Your mom will also be happy to note that the “lucky colors” are green (my favorite), red, and purple (her favorite).
- In exercising great prescience, your mom notes the following year is the Year of the Monkey, and she hates monkeys.
- If we wait until the Year of the Rooster, she’ll be 32 going on 33, which is old as it seems when I type out those numbers.
As such, the subject matter of our conversations now are more often related to the prospect of having you join our team, and highly correlated to that are noncommittal responses from myself.
Your mom: So should we have kids?
Your mom: Well, are you done being a kid?
Your mom: You know, are you ready to be an adult now?
Me: I don’t know. Are you done being a kid?
Your mom: I guess! So are you ready to rumble?
Me: … (but thinking in my head, HELL YA!!!!)
Because when someone couches the prospect of having a kid as a Wrestlemania match, it’s impossible to say no. Your mom’s good.