At 50, I Know the Decrees of Heaven

"Happy birthday, Uncle Tony!"

When Twain opened his eyes in the morning, the first thing he heard was his wife, Shania, speaking softly as she lay next to his ear.

But he could not muster up a smile. Instead, he sighed and looked unhappily at Shania, draping herself over his own body. He said, "50-year-old birthday, what's so happy about that..."

Shania said with a grin, "I don't care so much. It's happy as long as it's a birthday! Happy birthday, Uncle Tony!" She repeated it, giving Twain a good morning kiss, and then Shania jumped out of bed.