C turned 8 today. He had a pretty lousy birthday, honestly. His dad is out of town. His mom is sick. He is sick. His sister is sick. So we didn't do much of anything special today at all. He is a good boy and said he doesn't care about today because he wants to wait for his dad to get home to celebrate. This weekend we'll take him out on the town. And he's having a birthday party in 2 weeks. But I still feel badly for him.