Friday the Thirteenth

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Friday The Thirteenth

“Today is Friday the Thirteenth.” Dad said out loud.

Tim looked up from his breakfast, “So?”

“Friday the Thirteenth’ is a scary day?” Dad said.

“Why?” Tim asked, now a bit excited, “Is it going to be stormy, tornados?”

“Not weather scary.”

“Well… what scary then?”

“Ah,” Dad said, thinking hard… “Scary like when lots of things go wrong?”

“Huh?” Tim said, making a face of not understanding.

“Like if you ran upstairs to get your favorite truck and couldn’t find it and had to go to school without it, and now you were late, and then you find it at school because you forgot to bring it home yesterday!”

“But then I would have it… so I’d be happy…?”

“Yes, but that’s why these kinds of things happen on Friday the Thirteenth! It’s like an unlucky day!”

“But I found my truck… so I was lucky…”

Dad rolled his eyes. “Well, what would you think of as a not lucky day?”

Tim cocked his head, thinking about that. Then, “A Day when you get up to go to school, and when you’re eating your breakfast, your dad tells you that not lucky things happen on the Friday the thirteenth. And as he’s telling you all about it, you miss the bus and, and then remember Dad’s car is still in the shop, and now you can’t get to school, and they’re having Puff Cakes at lunch because it’s Friday, but now you can’t get to school to have any? Like that?”

Dad laughed out loud. “So, when did you get so smart?”

“I don’t know, I think I got it from you!”

“Come on, I’ll call a cab and get you to school!” Dad laughed again.

They both enjoyed the “Friday the Thirteenths” for the rest of their lives.