Thursday has always been my favorite day of the week.

I’m not sure if it’s because I like the anticipation of it being “almost, but not quite” Friday, or if it’s because that’s when the best TV shows are usually on. But regardless of the reason, Thursday is my power day. My yellow sun, if you will. My jar of green ooze that turns me from a normal turtle into a kick ass ninja turtle. My invisible leer jet… Okay, I’m stopping now.

Anyway, maybe it has something to do with that poem. Monday’s child is full of grace, Tuesday’s child is fair of face, yada yada yada… Thursday’s child can’t seem to live in reality without making constant parallels to fictional crime fighting, etc.

Hmm… Perhaps there is some truth to those zany old nursery rhymes after all.