Emily had a birthday party on Saturday night — nine-ish seventh graders over for pizza, Gravity, chocolate fondue, and giggles.

As far as 13-year-old birthday parties go, I’d say it was a pretty good one. Her father and I, not wanting to get in the way or embarrass her as parents of newly-minted teenagers are apt to do, decided to stay just close enough to make sure they didn’t burn the house down with the fondue flame, but far away enough that we couldn’t hear their extremely important conversations about boys, iphone cases, and candy.

So, like elderly people we sat in our dining room and worked on a puzzle of a castle of some sort—without a picture. (Also, there was a missing piece which did nothing good for my OCD tendencies.)

And then suddenly we were discussing our favorite Beatles songs. I don’t even know how we got to that point, really, but I think it evolved from the game we were playing with Josh earlier in the day — Guess the Singer. To which, PS, Josh Martell guessed Elvis Presley or Stillwater to almost every single song.

Stillwater. You know, not a real band.

For the record, I was pretty sure of my top five Beatles songs before we even began. Happiness is a Warm Gun, Blackbird, Across the Universe, Norwegian Wood, Dear Prudence

Not necessary the most obvious and typical choices, but not necessarily, say, Revolution 9. I stand by them; I’m owning my picks. I’m sure some people would disagree, and I’m okay with that.

And then the man I have been married to for fifteen years and ten months started talking about his choices and he tossed around Why Don’t We Do It In The Road and then, then, then came the animal travesty trifecta—Rocky Raccoon, Piggies and OH MY LANDS DIG A PONY which was actually on his list until I shamed him into taking it off.

Sheesh. You think you know someone.

But, he made it up to me by making me Irish Hamentashen with both Guinness beer and Baileys because I asked him to—embracing both alcohol-heavy March holidays—Purim and St. Patrick’s Day. We are equal opportunity around here when it comes to holidays and baked goods. {I may have already eaten three} {four}

And he cleaned up the mess afterwards.

And then went grocery shopping.

I think I’ll keep him around, even though he loves Dig a Pony.