The same kid who fell asleep two nights ago in the running position, his legs in his room and the other half of him hanging in the hallway, got himself into the sitting position yesterday and declared he was making a calendar.
A calendar, as in the thing with numbers.
And numbers, as in the things that sometimes look like letters.
And letters, as in, those “P”s that sometimes find their way off the pencil instead of sixes.
He didn’t go it alone, though…the calendar making. Because pacing behind his chair with the enthusiasm of a first-year teacher was his sister…emanating the kind of praise and encouragement he needed…
To want to keep sitting there until he had all of January’s 31 numbers etched into their respective boxes.
What could be more fun…
Than making a happy January calendar first thing in the morning on the first of the year?