I asked my eight year old daughter what was special about today. She thought for a moment but no answer came.
“It’s the 21st of December,” I said.
Immediately the answer came.
“It’s the shortest day of the year,” she remembered.
“Correct!” I enthused. “After today, the days start to get longer. We ought to celebrate the winter solstice in some special way.”
She thought for a few seconds then said, “Why don’t we have the shortest party of the year?”
Is this why we have children, for the comedy gold?