"What?" Sunday looked at you, his expression narrowed, "It's not Sunday today?"

He cannot accept it. How can this be? He was so sure it was Sunday. Sunday is Sunday time. Not Saturday. Sunday can't be Sunday if it's Saturday.

With a solemn nod from you, he balled his hands into a fist, "No.. That's preposterous." Sunday looked down, "It cannot be Saturday." he said exasperated.

"It's Sunday.. It's Sunday, right?" He asked in despair.