We had a co-op meeting Friday, and while I did have a headache, it doesn't explain why I did what I did.
We had a form to fill out, thankfully just the one. You know, the really hard stuff like address, kids names and age.
About an hour after the meeting was over I was listening to Daisy chatter to someone about how her birthday was coming up and she was born July 5, 1999.
I had a little flashback to the form I had filled out with her birthday as July 5, 2000.
Since I am not normally this scatterbrained, I am blaming it on my subconscious. I don't want my little girl to turn 10. Not yet anyway, maybe in a few years.