One evening, a husband asked his wife a simple question:
“What would you like for your 40th birthday?”
She smiled, eyes twinkling. “I’d like to be six again,” she said playfully.
He took it to heart.
Over the next few days, he planned what he thought would be the ultimate nostalgic birthday. He wanted to recreate the joy and freedom of childhood for her—no detail overlooked. He packed snacks, made a schedule, and mapped out the day.
On the morning of her birthday, he woke her up with a huge grin. “Happy birthday! Time to be six again!”
Still half-asleep, she blinked. “What?”
Before she could ask, they were in the car, heading to a nearby amusement park. The kind filled with roller coasters, spinning teacups, cotton candy, and lots of excited kids.
He took her on ride after ride—Ferris wheels, haunted houses, log flumes. She tried to keep up, but by lunchtime, she was pale and queasy. Still, he handed her a hot dog, cotton candy, and a soda with a proud smile. “You can’t be six without carnival food!”
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