Today, I thought I would share an old story from 2000. Elder would have been four years old . . .
Several times on Tuesday, for one reason or another, I found myself explaining to Elder that it was Tuesday — as opposed to another day in the week, such as Sunday. On Tuesday, Mommy worked and he went to the babysitter.
That night, while we were eating dinner, he told me, “Mom, tomorrow is Threesday and on Threesday, you don’t have to work.”
Well, he’s kind of right.
I’ve never worked a Threesday in my life.