Lyle folded his arms and said, “I’ve had enough of this crap.”
“What’s that Lyle?” Keith said.
“Children. Everywhere. Being children. And now they have a day?”
“What do you mean, man?”
“It’s Children’s Day. Or International Children’s Day. Or something Children’s Day. All I know is, it’s Children’s Day, and they get enough free stuff and discounts that they don’t need their own day.”
“Everybody’s got a day, man. There’s probably even a Lyle Day. If not, I’m sure you could make it. Every day is a something day.”
“So every day is just another day. What crap.”
“Well, aren’t you in a good mood. Tell you what, we’ll name today Lyle Day, too. So you can tell all the kids to suck it.”
“Woah, that’s not a good thing to say. Plus, what about all the little Lyles out there? They get twice the day? No way, man. Screw them. Let’s make a Not Children’s Day, that’ll be better.
“Whatever you like, Lyle.”