Yesterday before Michelle and I left the hospital after seeing Mark and Diana’s hour-an-a-half-old son (for the record, I’ve never seen Mark so happy in my life … it was inspiring), we picked up some papers telling about birthing/parenting classes at Baptist. In the mix was a birth certificate form that we’ll eventually need to fill out, in order to prove that our baby is, in fact, our baby.
Birth certificates are good, I suppose. Mine reminded me that I was born at 11:16am on Feb. 9th (Which is tomorrow, if you’re keeping score). Which I always remember is Ohio time, so that’s 10:16am here.
One of the questions kind of had us perplexed. It asked if we wanted to give our child a social security number. I guess they are implying that we have an option whether or not to put our kid on the grid. My first thought, of course, was that if they don’t have a number, they don’t have to pay taxes, right? I have no idea. I know they obviously wouldn’t collect social security and it would be a bitch to get a loan in this country. Maybe that’s a good thing. The paying taxes thing? I don’t know, but I was thinking, if they didn’t have to pay taxes, then they wouldn’t need social security, which won’t exist in 65 years anyway. Because they would probably be rich.
But then I think it was the next question on the form where it asked for the mother’s and father’s social security numbers (*required). So apparently they don’t require for you to have one, but they require you to have one if you want to reproduce.
So, future son/daughter, we probably would prefer to have grandkids one day, so your mom and I will most likely be giving you a social security number afterall. Sorry in advance for the having to pay taxes thing.