Joshie, with all the indignation of a teenager who just got their cell phone taken away, glared at her. "Mom, stop! It’s a horrible day!" My mom tried to convince him otherwise, but Josh simply continued: "...And I already had three horrible days!"
Mom stifled a laugh and asked, "What days were those?" (Thinking his answer would be Sunday, Monday, Tuesday).
Joshie's response? "Ashley’s wedding."
Yes, that's right. Nine months later, the poor little guy still remembered the torture that was being forced to behave for not one but three events (the wedding day, Matt's hometown reception, my hometown reception).