A couple days ago we were all driving together in the van, and Miss M, who was sitting beside me, was talking excitedly about wrapping presents and baking cookies and all our other preparations for Christmas. She knew it had to be coming soon, so she turned and asked me, "Timmy, what day is Christmas?"
"It's this Thursday," I replied.
"The day after Tuesday?"
"No, it'll be the day after that. The day after Wednesday."
She was thoughtful for a moment. Then, with a touch of concern in her voice, she said, "Mommy, will you make sure you tell me when it's Christmas?"
We've assured her that she won't miss it.
