Mom's Birthday

On the way home today, Henry worked hard from the back seat of our minivan to get my attention:

"Hey, mom."
"Hey, MOM."
"Hey, MOM!"

"Yes, Henry?" I answer.

"Hey, Mom, when is your birthday?"

"Well," I say, counting on my fingers while I'm stopped at a stoplight.  "Just about exactly four months."

"Mom, I have your birthday present for you already."

"Oh wow, Henry.  That's nice," I reply, sincerely, though I am wondering at this point what my five-year-old could possibly have for my birthday.

"Mom . . . but it's not a toy,"  he apologizes sheepishly.

"That's o.k.  Sometimes Mommies like things that aren't toys."

I wonder if he'll remember to give it to me . . . whatever it is.  I'm kind of curious.