Little boy wakes up around 6:00 a.m.
We do not.
Little boy is bigger, bouncier and louder at 6:00 a.m. than he is at any other time of the day.
We are not.
Little boy leaps into the bed with us and makes demands.
“I want Mama up.”
We don’t move.
“I want Daddy up.”
We groan.
He becomes more persistent.
We say “okay,” but we still don’t move.
Today, he used a new tactic.
First, a statement of fact: “time for Mommy and Daddy to get up.”
We smiled, but didn’t move.
Second, he started counting. Counting. Like we do.
“One.”
That made us chuckle.
“Two.”
What would he do when he got to five?
We don’t usually get that far with our counting for him.
He generally complies with our demand before we finish the numbers.
“Three.”
Should we get up? Should we let him think he has disciplinary authority over us?
I stirred and chuckled some more.
Luckily, he sort of lost his focus and darted out of the room.
I got up.
I showered, we dressed, we ate and then we went to my friend’s house to walk the dog.
Across the street from the house, we found the leg of another dog.
Yes, the leg of another dog.
Here’s the picture for you.
Happy Wednesday!
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bockychoy 