The second Christian gets off the bus, I can tell, just by the way he’s acting, that it’s Friday. He’s always a little wild when he gets off the bus, but on Fridays, I have to remind him at least 4 times to not run across the street without looking first. On Fridays, there’s no schedule, there’s no homework, and there are no worries. On Fridays, we can stay up late, and sleep later, although, they never do. There are sleepovers, their choices for supper, and movies with popcorn. There are lots of mismatched clothes, neighborhood kids, and shoes are optional. I wish every day was Friday. 
