Her sentence began, “Momma, if it’s vegetarian’s day…”
I cringed. “Honey, it’s not vegetarians day.”
Her older, wiser sister piped up, “It’s veterinarian's day.”
I shook my head, trying not to laugh, and most definitely not going to end this conversation with the truth until I heard all of their scenarios.
“No! It’s veteranians!”
Finally, one dear daughter eliminated the unnecessary syllables and solved the dilemma.
Happy Veteran’s day, folks. At least the girls knew what it was all about, even if the name eluded them.