I was going over the days of the week with Lumpyhead. (Relax, I wasn't encouraging learning or anything, I was just trying to explain that the weekly potty present he was demanding was several days away.) I said "There's Sunday, then Monday, then Tuesday. Do you know what's next?" I asked him. "What comes after Tuesday?"
"Threesday," he told me, matter-of-factly.
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At least he didn't say beer-o'clock.
Speaking of which, is it beer-o-clock yet? Happy five-day!
It's beer-o-clock somewhere.
That's when you teach him the word, "touche."
Petunia has a little days of the week song she learned at school, to the tune of O My Darlin Clementine (Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friiiiiday, Saturday, there are seven days, there are seven days, there are seven days in a week). I like that one because of the big swell and high note on Friday, like, "Get it kid? This is the best day there is."
hee hee - makes perfect sense to me.
But Thursday - IT'S A HOLIDAY!
it does make sense.
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