There’s a rhyme I remember from when I was young that ascribed characteristics to children based on the day they were born. It started “Monday’s child is fair of face/Tuesday’s child is full of grace…”
But this wasn’t one of those modern day kids’ poems or stories where important life lessons of tolerance are learned and we are all encouraged to embrace diversity. This was no “Joanne has two mommies, three daddies and a friend who is transitioning.” No way. This was more “Your life is determined by things that are totally out of your control.”