two mornings ago, we're all sleeping snug in our beds, when I hear the little boy squalling in the next room. Well, I know that my dear wife needs some time in the mornings, so I go to get him. We talk, he asks for milk, I pull on his pajama pants since the morning is a little cool. I then take him out into the living room.
goodness, it's still really dark outside.
W taps me on the shoulder . . . "it's four o'clock!"
oh, no. . .
NB: W says I "catapulted" out of bed to get him. I don't remember the catapulting part, though I ended up on my feet in his room somehow.
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Hon...I am not sure I have ever seen you move so fast. And the look on your face when I told you it was 4 was priceless. One of pure bewilderment!
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