Well, today was my little sisters birthday, and for those of you close to the family, you would know about my little joke that says kids just don't get birthday presents for their sixth birthday. Funny.

I've been messing with her, and she has been bribing me with high fives, lollies, kisses and niceness just so I can go talk to 'the man' that makes the rules, to ask him to change the 'no present on your sixth birthday' rule.

I sat her down on the couch, a serious expression on my face, and told her that I tried really hard to change the mans mind. But he just wouldn't change the rules, and so we were not allowed to give her any birthdays.

Just as she was getting really upset, I let her in on a little secret. I had bashed up the man, punched him in the face, and kicked him in the nuts, because heck, im like, totally the best brother in the world.

The smile on her face was HUGE. And that is what birthdays are all about. Messing with childrens emotional wellbeing, so they feel so bad and sad, just so you can pretend to do something nice that makes them think you're an absolute god.