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Every spring my mom and I have this little competition to see who can spot the first robin of the year. Usually I win. And it's usually a couple days before her birthday that I spot him. I call her and sing the na-na-na-nuh-boo-boo song, and she laughs.

Well, today is my mom's birthday (Happy birthday mom!). No sign of spring (it's snowing here). No sign of the first robin (I've been staring out the window all day). No good at all (I'm bummed).

Dirty robins.