Sometimes the boy will ask a question I know the answer to, but don't. Does that make sense? Mostly he will ask me questions that he knows I don't have the answer to and could never know.
"Why is the sun yellow?"
Ok, I could probably find out the answer to that, but I am busy catching up on live feed updates for Big Brother and I don't give a fuck why the sun is yellow. He does this, I realize, just to get on my last fucking nerve. I can not wait until school starts.
He sees that I am reading something, so he starts.
"What is Labour day?"
"It's a holiday for workers."
"But why do schools have it off?"
"Teachers work."
"But why..." I know he really doesn't give a flying fart about any of this, he is just trying to bug me. I should have called the little bastard Butt Why, he says it enough."Why are you wondering about this? You have Google, don't you?"
So, here it is. Everything you ever wanted to know about Labour Day.
Have a good one.
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