Dateless

Mike was rambling on about one of his favorite topics: the Fair Tax.  Noah was mocking him and climbed up into the bay window to use as a soapbox. He stood up and cracked his head hard on the top of the bay.  He crumpled in a heap, and I was concerned about brain injury.  To test him, I asked, "Do you know what day it is?"  He was curled up in a ball, face down, but I heard him mumble, "No.  But then I never know what day it is."  I think his brain is intact.