I always post the date on the upper right hand side of my whiteboard. Today was no different. February 2, 2009 was clearly written on the board. Little W., an 8th grader, says "Mr. B., the date is wrong."
I said, "No, it isn't. I just wrote it this morning."
He started shaking his head..."No it can't be right."
I looked at him..."Well, I'm pretty sure it is."
He was almost distraught. His face wrinkled in a frown..."It can't be...It can't be February. It was January when we left on Friday."
I stifled my smile..."You bet it was, W. It was still January on Saturday too but it turned February on Sunday."
He shook his head..."It can't be."
But I noticed later that he had accepted the fact that time marches on.