Saturdays

I had this one in my coat pocket all last week and forgot about it. Last Tuesday, after I had my shower and was dressed, I went in to help get the boys dressed. Anita had moved them both to the living room and they were both asleep with cartoons playing on the tv. Conner was curled up on the couch under a blanket and Zach had his pillow and blanket and was lying on the floor in front of the tv. I guess they had a hard night because neither were easy to get up.

Eventually, I got Conner stirring and as he was pulling back the blanket covering him, he asked, "Is it Saturday?"

I just chuckled and said, "No, it's not Saturday. It's Tuesday. You've got 4 more days till Saturday.

He looked at me and said seriously, "Every day should be Saturday."


This kid is brilliant. He already gets it!

Oh, but if I'd won that powerball with it's $173,000,000 cash payout. Every day would definitely have been Saturday then!