Man, sometimes the stupidest arguments are the ones that stick in your head and make you drop everything to find the answer. This whole thing started last week when my wife and I were stuffing school papers into my son’s backpack.
He needed some kind of sign-up form for a field trip, and right there, in a little box near the top, it asked for his Zodiac sign. Now, I’d always, and I mean always, thought he was an Aquarius. Knew it in my bones. I even remember telling people that when he was born. My wife, though, she just looked at me like I’d completely lost it. She grabbed the pen and was ready to write “Pisces.”
“Whoa, hold on a second,” I said. “He’s an Aquarius. His birthday is right around the 20th of February. That’s an Air sign, I’m telling you.”
She just scoffed. “No, idiot. That’s the tail end of Aquarius, maybe, but he made it. He’s a Pisces. I was there, I remember the nurses talking about it, okay?”
The whole thing escalated immediately, which is ridiculous because who cares about a kid’s sign on a field trip form? But when you’re told you’ve been wrong about your own child for years, you gotta fight back. It became a matter of principle. I wasn’t having any of it. My wife was already walking away to find her own proof, and I knew I had to be faster and better.
The Hunt for the Truth
I didn’t even bother with the computer. It was upstairs, and I wasn’t going to spend five minutes waiting for it to boot up. I grabbed my old tablet, the one that’s always dead and has a cracked screen. It took a solid thirty seconds just to get the WiFi connected, which drove me nuts because every second was a victory for her. I finally punched in the search string, something simple like “Pisces start date.”
My first page load was a total disaster—one of those sites covered in massive, flashing banner ads, trying to sell me everything from life insurance to lottery tickets. It took me another minute just to find the actual content amidst the mess. I hate those sites. They treat you like you’ve never used the internet before. I tried scrolling past all the garbage about personalities and traits, because honestly, I knew squat about all that stuff; I just wanted the simple calendar dates. I was looking for the hard proof, the exact number, the one line that would shut the argument down.
I backed out and tried a different search. This time I typed: “when does pisces month begin.” That was better. The second result was cleaner, one of those straightforward encyclopedia-style pages, no flashing lights, just simple text. I had to focus in the dim light of the kitchen and ignore the fact that the tablet battery icon was already flashing red.
It turns out, the whole business about the dates changing slightly every year due to some astronomical wobble is what throws everyone off, especially folks like me who have a terrible memory for anything that doesn’t involve a wrench. I remembered getting it wrong for my niece years ago, thinking her birthday was a week too early, and that gift mix-up cost me a fortune. That memory popped up mid-search and put the fear of God in me—I absolutely could not be wrong again.
I finally drilled down and got the exact line I needed, simple and concise. I wrote it down on the back of a grocery receipt just so I had a physical record.
The Hard-Won Fact
I walked back into the living room, receipt in hand. My wife was sitting there, smug, already looking at her phone. I walked right up and put the crumpled paper in front of her. The practice was over. The recording was done.
This is what I found:
- Aquarius wraps up: This sign generally runs up until the middle to end of February.
- Pisces kicks off: The start date usually hits around February 19th or February 20th.
- The sign holds strong: It carries on all the way through until around March 20th.
My son’s birthday, I checked the official date on his birth certificate, falls right in that sweet spot, a couple of days after the shift. My wife had been right the whole time. He’s a Pisces. I was wrong. I spent twenty ridiculous minutes stressing out over a school form, only to find out I’d been walking around believing a lie for nearly a decade. The fact that the dates are often split right around the 19th of February is what causes the whole mess. I should have just asked her in the first place, but where’s the fun in that? I’ve already taped that stupid receipt onto the fridge so I never forget this again.
