off the wall

I once thought that everyday was Wednesday. I was naïve; I was three. In my
fresh, three year old mind it made sense. One day as I was enjoying Sesame
Street, a question a rose in my head: I wonder what day it is? This show’s so
good; I never want to miss it. I asked my mother- the knower of all knowledge
(isn’t this what children thought of their mothers?) She replied “Wednesday”.
The next day as I was playing with ‘guys’, (a name I gave my fisher price little
people toys) I realized out of the corner of my eye that Sesame Street was on.
The light bulb inside my head went on: everyday must be Wednesday. A few months
passed by, everyday was still Wednesday. It wasn’t until my ballet classes
started on Saturday that I became curious: if Saturday is ballet day, then some
of Wednesday must be in Saturday too because Sesame Street is on today. What’s
this? More than one day in a week? It took me a while to adjust to Saturdays,
but after having an enlightening ...