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When I was in elementary school, I remember feeling sad for my friends who had summer birthdays. After all, my February birthday gave me the chance to bring in cupcakes to school, have my class sing to me and get an extra special note from my teacher. My friends with summer birthdays didn't get this chance, and I didn't think it was fair. Now, as a parent of a son with a February birthday, I find myself wishing he was a summer baby, simply because finding a place to throw a birthday party in the middle of Chicago Winter is a task that exhausts me each year.