Every year around this time, I have the same conversation with my mother.
Mom: "What do you want to do for your birthday?"
Mom: "So, what do you want to do?"
Me: "Nothing. Birthdays are stupid."
Mom: "So you want to go out to dinner?"
Mom: "Okay. You pick the place."
Sigh. As always, it's hip to be square (and grumpy!), kids.