Friday’s Child

(One of my foster sisters has made me her daughter’s aunt, as we’ve stayed in touch and become close over the years. I sleep over her house and give my niece a bath before dressing her. Hours later, we’re driving.)

Me: “Wow, it’s Friday, isn’t it?”

Sister: “Uh, last time I checked.”

Me: “Figures.”

Sister: “Why?”

Me: “Well, I was trying to choose underwear for [Niece], and grabbed a pair that said ‘Friday,’ but I couldn’t remember if it was Friday, so I grabbed a different pair after a mental debate on the likelihood of anyone noticing it’s the wrong day.”

Sister: “Maybe it’s best you don’t have children.”