Leap day

When I was a little girl growing up in WI, there was this tall, dark and handsome man in our church that was married to the most beautiful woman and they had two darling little boys. I thought they were the perfect family.
That is, until I found out that he, the tall, dark and handsome man, was only 8 years old. Yes, 8 years old! I was mortified. How could this beautiful woman be married to a man that was only 8 years old! I remember thinking how embarrassed she must be when others find out her husband is only 8! And whatever will they tell their sons! All of a sudden, this perfect family did not seem quite so perfect after all.

You see, he was a Leap Year baby. But in my little mind, it did not occur to me that he still celebrated his birthday every year. It did not occur to me that he told people he was 32 years old and not 8 years old (cuz that would be lying). I just remember thinking that I could never marry someone that only had a birthday every four years. And worse, what if I had a baby on Leap day! I would be so devastated! Birthday presents only every four years! How sad is that!
Oh, the places our little minds go. Well, mine anyway.