“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 it’s 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!
“That Mummy’s a riot!”
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Happy Labor Day!
Until next time . . . I love you
I didn’t see that coming! Hahaha! Good one!
Thanks Lisa.
Loverly.
Thanks Ronnie. Pure nonsense is so much fun to write!
Just crazy…so we Torontonians introduced you to Labor Day…well I’m close to Toronto anyway…Good for us…Diane
Ha! Diane, well, I think that the Torontonians (doesn’t that sound like a race from Star Trek?) need to brag a little more about the holiday they invented! YAY!
Alas, I fear Tommy has missed the point of the holiday – beer and hot dogs.
I only hope it’s not too late for him to learn…
Tommy has a lot of re-training to do. Poor guy. His idea of fun is a brand new shiny toothbrush and a case of toothpaste!
I think my favorite part of this is Tommy’s emotional whirlwind- from agitated to appaled to apoplectic and back. haha!
I have a feeling there’s a lot of people who do that but how would we ever know?
Wow Tommy’s so lucky to have such a great mom. I think Mrs. Sweatington is my hero.
I know Lily, huh? She is a great mom. She’s a barrel of fun! Maybe even a cement mixer of fun!
Wow! I’ll bet Sweaty Little Tommy’s kidneys really acted up when he heard that last line– I know mine did!! : P
Haha! Mark. I always get such a kick out of your kidneys!