Time is a difficult concept for children to grasp, especially the ideas of yesterday, today, tomorrow, next week, etc.
For children, unlike adults take their life one day at a time and live it to its fullest.
When does this stop, when do we stop living life to its fullest?
But I digress.
Hilarity ensued at the breakfast table this morning with regards to days.
Half term starts tomorrow – it being Saturday and all.
SC said that he wished it would be tomorrow, and the start of half term proper.
I replied, somewhat tongue-in-cheek, that if it was tomorrow, then tomorrow would actually be today and tomorrow would in fact be Sunday, the 2nd day of his holiday.
“After all,” I said, “remember that tomorrow never comes, because tomorrow always becomes today.”
We went round in circles for a while, whilst I explained, several times that if it was tomorrow, it would be Saturday and Saturday’s tomorrow would be Sunday.
He looked at the calendar on the wall, perplexed.
Then said, “I still wish it was tomorrow!”