Benny wasn't touching his cereal. "You'd better hurry," his older sister, Janice, urged, pushing her bowl away. "The bus will be here in like five minutes."

"I wish it wasn't Wednesday. Nothing important or interestings ever happens on Wednesdays," Benny whined.

"That's not true," his sister shot back. "Plenty of things have happened on Wednesdays."

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

"Christopher Columbus set sail on his first voyage on a Wednesday."

"Meh," Benny muttered.

"Let's see. Victory Over Japan Day was a Wednesday." Benny shrugged. "I think the original Bastille Day was a Wednesday," Janice added thoughtfully. No reaction from Benny. "In fact, I believe you were born on a Wednesday."

"Not really interesting or important," Benny sighed.

"Well, then. By your measure, I don't think anything important or interesting has ever happened," Janice stood up, grabbing her bookbag from the floor.

"I guess not," Benny said. "Wednesday's not so bad, I suppose. No more worse or boring than any other day. Hold up. Let me get my shoes on."

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