“Close your eyes and sleep!” I admonished Lil D, who was way past her bedtime, but still bright-eyed and in a chatty mood.

“Why?” She asked.

“Because you have a long day tomorrow.” It’s one of those standard parent-type replies that one stocks up on.

“Why?” She asked again.

I was stumped. Truthfully, tomorrow was a normal school-going day, offering nothing to categorize it as a long day. So I craftily resorted to yet another of my standard tricks.

“Because it’s Tuesday.”

“So?”

“Tuesday is longer than Monday, right?”

She counted the number of letters in each word on her fingers. I could see her eyes shining in the dark as she discovered that Tuesday was indeed longer than Monday.

To add weight to my newly minted theory, I told her that Wednesday was the longest day, and after due diligence, she agreed.

Later, when I thought of it, it struck me as such coincidence that the days grew longer till mid-week, and then grew shorter again. It was good Saturday was a “long” day, but Sunday, the day that almost disappears even before it starts, is truly not long enough. Hmmm.