Cue the long, blank stare of a stoned hippie who hadn't known he HAD a kid just a few months ago.
"I... don't... know," he manages, raking his mind for anything. "Uhh. I have no idea. Shit. Well um... it's gotta be--" He pauses to count on his fingers. "It's gotta be sometime in spring, I remember that much. Shit, I should figure that one out. Yeah, you're right, though..." Miniver lights a cigarette. "She'll kick sense into a ROCK if she thinks it's falling the wrong way.