Our day off

Last Monday Cian stumbled out of bed at the usual time of 6:15 and wandered into the kitchen to find it empty.
On a Monday morning.
So downstairs he went to Mammy and Daddy's bedroom to find out just what the good feck was going on. We, hoping for a lie in to some utterly mad time like seven o'clock, blearily told him today was a public holiday and he didn't have to go to school this morning. Or get up early for that matter.
Later on at breakfast time Cian wanted to know why today, Monday, was a holiday. Sanae whispered an explanation to him in Japanese. It was a bit strange. There were nods in my direction and the word 'Daddy' was repeated a couple of times, but I didn't pay too much attention as I was washing the dishes and trying to catch the pre-eleven o'clock sports news on RTE Radio 1.
After breakfast it got even stranger. Cian brought his cup and plates over to be washed and said "Thank you Daddy for making my breakfast", something he never, ever does. Similarly Sanae was quite deferential to me, politely agreeing to my suggestions on how to spend the day off. And this is something she never, ever does either.
It wasn't until I noticed what the public holiday was for that I realized what was actually going on.
It was "Respect for the Aged Day".
I spend the rest of the day kicking their cheeky fecking arses.