Welcome Dear Readers! Well it’s Labor Day here in the United States of America! Which means a lot of people get the day off. Nobody knows why and nobody cares why.
Well, Dear Readers, I for one, feel that Labor Day is getting the shaft, and that’s why I have taken the liberty of writing an educational story about Labor Day to create awareness for Labor Day appreciation.
Mummy, Tell Me Again About Labor Day
“Mummy, tell me again about Labor Day,” little Tommy Sweatington begged his mother one fine Labor Day morn. “For as you know mummy,” little Tommy continued, “tis my favorite American Federal holiday of all!”
Mummy Sweatington looked up from her task of scrubbing the floors of City Hall with a toothbrush and replied, “Tommy! How many times have I told you never to come to City Hall wearing your pajamas!”
Mummy’s harsh words made Tommy’s heart sink and push down on his kidneys in such a way as to make the tears in Tommy’s eyes shoot out at odd trajectories. But then he remembered it was Labor Day, his favorite American Federal holiday, and his heart floated back up to its proper position and his tears reversed their trajectory and went back into his eyes.
Once his vision cleared, Tommy noticed something very strange. His mother was working! Mummy was working on Labor Day!
“Mummy!” screamed Tommy, “don’t you know that in 1882 Matthew MacGuire proposed Labor Day after witnessing a labor festival held in Toronto Canada which eventually led to the observance of my most beloved American Federal Holiday — Labor Day? Mummy, I implore you to tell me why you are working on Labor Day?”
At this, Tommy became agitated and then Tommy became appalled and finally Tommy became apoplectic — which didn’t last very long — because right after that Tommy went back to being appalled and then merely agitated and by the time his mother looked up to answer his question, Tommy was pretty much back to normal.
“But Tommy Dear,” Mummy Sweatington replied, “I’m not working. Scrubbing the floors of the City Hall is my hobby, silly!”
“But Mummy!” Tommy protested. “Why would you want to have a hobby that requires you to scrub the floors of City Hall with your toothbrush?”
“Tommy darling, you don’t understand. I’m not using my toothbrush to scrub the floors of City Hall, I’m using your toothbrush!”
And a good Labor Day laugh was had by all!
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Happy Labor Day!
Until next time . . . I love you
Maybe it should be called Labour-Saving Day.
It should be! I’ll write to my congressman or woman and get them to start a petition or make a law or whatever it is they are supposed to be doing! 😀
Aren’t you thankful that Toronto had a labor festival… but really… your choice of a hobby leaves much to be desired!!! Diane
I agree. Scrubbing City Hall with a toothbrush wouldn’t be nearly as satisfying as, say, knitting a City Hall Cozy . . .
Ha ha!
Hahahaha!
Tommy’s tears will certainly shoot out his eyes at odd angles now that he has learn mummy is using his toothbrush. But certainly the moisture will help with the scrubbing.
It will. A little saltwater never hurts in a good cleaning!
Tell me about Columbus Day, that coincides with my trip.
Columbus Day!! Ah thanks for the idea! I will start thinking up a post for it this very minute. I’ll be sure to include the word Cobblewibblilng at least four times.
You can use the word in Scrabble too
Scrabble! Thank you! Gosh this is going to be a fun project!
Would be a high score eh
I bet she uses Daddy’s toothbrush to clean the toilet. Now, that’s a labor of love.
Linda, I linked your site in my post this week. I hope you find it entertaining.
Oh you did! I’m sorry I’m so behind. I haven’t been online much lately as I had a week of out of town guests. But thank you Russell! I’ll check it out! 😀