Some people don't like Mondays. For my five-year old son it's Wednesdays and Sundays that he doesn't much like. What could be so horrible about those two days? They're hair wash days, and washing his hair is like a trip to the dentist for some.
He's flying to Australia this evening, and if I didn't know better, I'd think that it was he who chose the day to leave, because through the magic of time travel, he will miss Sunday all together. How is that, you wonder? Well, he leaves Vancouver late on Saturday evening, and will land in Australia on Monday morning. In effect, Sunday, March 7th will not exist for him (or his brother, mother, and grandmother, who are all travelling with him). And if Sunday doesn't exist then he misses a hair wash day. Smart kid. Good planning.
Another interesting quirk of nature is that in the next month he will experience all four seasons (though not in normal sequence) -- winter, summer, autumn, and spring. Figure that out.
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