Guess something's going right, there

Set the scene - it's Friday evening, sometime shortly after 6pm (maybe more like 6.30pm in fairness)...

"C'mon, Ted. S'bed time," says I.
"Is it school tomorrow, Dad?"
"No, Ted, it's the weekend, " I reassured him. "You've got two whole days at home."
"Awww!"

Ted pauses for a moment.

"What day is it after that?"
"It's Monday, darling. A school day again."
"Yippee!" crows Ted, arms pumping in the air.

Seems we're no longer needed :)

*sigh*