The other night, as I was tucking William into bed, he asked me not to look at the calendar until after Thursday. “Why?” I asked, as I pulled the covers up to his chin. He shrugged. “Oh, no real reason.” I sat down on the edge of his bed and looked him in the eye. “Tell me, William. I need to know. Why shouldn’t I look at the calendar?” William looked down. His voice grew small. “Thursday is Boss’s Day. I want to see it first so I can be the boss that day.” Holding back a laugh, I tried to explain that Boss’s Day is a day to celebrate bosses, not a day to be the boss. He wasnt buying it. “Mother’s Day celebrates mothers. Father’s Day celebrates fathers. Boss’s Day celebrates bosses.” The light dawned, and disappointment washed over his face.
Posted on: Thu, 16 Oct 2014 04:07:26 +0000
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