It was Tuesday, which Leo already considered “the Monday of the rest of the week.” His toast was too crispy. His shoelace snapped. And his little sister, Maya, had the audacity to hum the theme tune from that cartoon she knew he secretly liked.
“You alright, Mardy bum?”
“Shut up,” he said, but he was almost smiling. mardy bum
“ That. Existing so cheerfully .”
“That’s not me,” he said, but his voice had softened. It was Tuesday, which Leo already considered “the
And for once, Leo didn’t mind the name at all.
Their mum, folding laundry in the hallway, didn’t look up. “Oh, here we go. Mardy bum alert. Code red.” It was Tuesday
Then something weird happened.