Monday's child is fair of face.
Tuesday's child is full of grace.
Wednesday's child is full of woe.
Thursday's child has far to go.
Friday's child is loving and giving.
Saturday's child works hard for his living.
But a child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blythe, and good and gay.
It's an old nursery rhyme. I don't remember how it came up, but Neesha was reciting it yesterday morning, which made us wonder where our family members fit into the mix. Caleb was a Sunday child, and Ainsley was a Tuesday baby. These were easy enough for us both to remember, but we had to pull up the computer's calendar to see on which days of the week Neesha (Friday in 1981) and I (Wednesday in 1979) were born.
Neesha: Were you born in 1980 or 2099?
Mark: Huh?
Neesha: The calendar only goes back to 1980, then jumps to 2099. I guess that means you are older than the computer can calculate.
Wednesday's child, indeed.
mw
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