My Son Birthday

several months ago during my vacation in Florida i met a woman (i am a woman myself). i am not that kind of person who makes friends easily. but we started to spend our time together: to the beach, to the pool, to the gym, and so on. after two days i mentioned my son by his name. his name is not very common. she stopped, and asked: what did you say is your son's name? i repeated. she was kind of shocked. my son has the same name, she said. and we continued our bla-bla-about-nothing. all of a sudden i was kind of forced to stop and kind of forced to ask her a very-very strange question. i asked that question and at the same time i was thinking how stupid i am asking this question. the question which came from my mouth was: what month your son was born? and before she opened her mouth i knew the answer - March. my son also was born in March. and that is not the end of the story. then i noticed that in a very slow motion from my mouth is coming another stupid question: WHAT DATE? and again i knew the answer before she started to talk. our sons were born on the same date, same month, only one year apart. her son is one year younger that mine. she is one year younger then i am. i called my story "My First House" BIG. This one is VERY BIG.