I sat across the kitchen table, watching my daughter eat her jelly sandwich. Small, shiny globs of strawberry sweetness gluing themselves to her cheeks. Her eyes lit up because she knew the answer to my question:
“Who can name the days of the week?”
My son wanted to answer, but it was his sister’s turn. He sat and crumbled some crackers into his plate.
Eyes gleaming, her little voice shouted out, “Monday, Tuesday, Threesday, Foursday–”
“Threesday?” he shouted.
Her voice grew a little smaller.
“No, no, no!” he said, a fresh cracker poised over the growing pile. “Let me do it, Mommy. It goes MondayTuesdayWednesdayThursdayFridaySaturday.”
The words fell out over our kitchen table like a sudden monsoon. My daughter lowered her sandwich. Looked at her brother with the face of a scholar.
“You forgot Sunday.”
And I smiled. They’d worked it out, eventually. But all day we kept talking about Threesday. It makes sense, phonetically. And if you’ve ever tried to teach a kid the difference between two, to and too you’ve been down our road. Which, we decided, would be quite nice indeed if there, in fact, was a Threesday.
And so came the book.
We’ve enjoyed it, our family and friends have enjoyed it — and it is my greatest hope that you will too! I decided to publish it, officially. A book I wrote for my daughter to stand out there with the book I wrote and published for my son, Sometimes the Moon.
Threesday is now available on Amazon (happy dance!), and here is a video trailer I made to share with wonderful you, my BBFs (best blogging friends):
Is Threesday real? See what you think as you read the sweet imaginings of a young girl discovering a new day. If you’d like to buy a copy, and further if you’d like to leave a review (thank you!) you can do so through clicking this link.