This past weekend I introduced Chloe to the idea of having "the Sundays." We'd had a lovely, unseasonably warm weekend, culminating in a family dinner out on a patio with a grassy courtyard for the kids to play in.
When we got home it settled in on all of us that the next day was a school/work day. Chloe said she wasn't feeling happy or "boude" as Carl and his Louisiana family say it. I told her it was a common feeling sometimes called "the Sundays."
But then, last night and tonight, as we got closer to bedtime, she told me she had The Sundays. Tonight I told her she couldn't have The Sundays since it wasn't Sunday. She looked at me dumbfounded and asked why not. I told her it wasn't Sunday it was Tuesday.
So she told me she had The Tuesdays.
Me too.
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