"Is seven too young of an age?" asks the youngest.
"For what?" I ask, nervously.
"For not wanting Monday to come. The weekend went by so fast! I need another day to play." he explains.
The old-school teacher in me wanted to say, "Yes! Seven is much too young! First grade is so much fun and it's almost over! Enjoy it while you can!" (Yes, the teacher loves exclamation points.)
The momma in me wanted to say, "Yes. You shouldn't dread Mondays...but why don't you just stay home instead and bake cookies with me?"
The tired, grown lady in me, the one who spent most of her Sunday nights panicking about Mondays, wanted to say, "No, you're not too young. It's about time you figured it out! Welcome to our club. Now. GO pack your backpack and lay out your clothes. Monday morning comes fast."
At the moment, I use the teacher-explanation. The kid IS only seven.
The eldest child, the middle child and the man all give me the same look. You know. The one that says "Oh, that poor, poor child sure has a long road of Mondays ahead of him.." Yes.Yes he does.
May your Monday go smoothly, friends.