Isabella (she’s 6) is holding Mommy’s Mother’s Day flowers in the check out line.

Iz: Daddy, is there such a thing as Childrens’ Day?

Me (trotting out an old warhorse): You think there should be a Kids’ Day? No, Honey. Every day is Kids’ Day.

The guy in front of us is humored by our exchange. He turns around.

Guy: Well, you know, I think it’s a Bank holiday.

Me: Really? I didn’t get the memo.

Guy: Yeah. The reason it’s a Bank holiday is so children get a special day, but they can’t ask you for money.

Me: You, sir, have been blogged.