I haven't broken out the Advent calendar yet, but Bud's official countdown to Christmas has begun. Each evening, Bud wants to talk through the flow of the days ahead. Though he knows the days of the week, he is less interested in discussing that tomorrow will be Thursday, and then will come Friday, and is much more interested in talking about the meaning of each day in his life. He has just recently started identifying which activities at school go with which days of the week: Mondays are gym days; Tuesdays, music; Wednesdays, art; Thursdays, library; Fridays, gym again. Saturdays and Sundays are Mom and Bud Days.
Tonight, Bud reminded me that Wednesdays are not just art days; they are also pizza days - the one day each week when Bud buys his lunch at school. Every other day, he brings his lunch from home and just buys milk in the cafeteria.
So at dinner this evening, when Bud wanted to talk through the days to come, I had some trouble keeping up.
"Mama, what tomorrow is?"
"Tomorrow is Thursday."
"No. Milk day."
"Oh, of course. Milk day."
"Then another milk day, then Mom and Bud day, then Mom and Bud day, then milk day, then milk day, then pizza day."
So, for the record, and for those keeping score at home, that means we have 14 milk days, 3 pizza days, and 8 Mom and Bud days until Christmas.
But who's counting?