Here's a look at Madeline and my breakfast conversation this morning (if you were expecting some deep, thought-provoking treatise on the past, present and future, sorry to disappoint you):
Madeline: Daddy, coming home today?
Me: Yes. He’ll be home soon, but he’ll need to sleep after working all night.
Madeline: It’s tomorrow?
Me: No, it’s today. Yesterday was Wednesday. Today is Thursday. Tomorrow is Friday.
Madeline: Today is "Tursday"?
Madeline: But I thought you said Daddy was coming home from work tomorrow?
Me: I did, but I said that yesterday when today was tomorrow.
Madeline: So it’s tomorrow?
Me: No, it’s today. Tomorrow is tomorrow, but when it’s tomorrow, it will be today.