It’s 6:00 am. I hate 6:00 am. I hate 5:00 am more. But 6:00 am is up there.
Evan was up, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, at 6:00 am, after spending 20 minutes around 2:15 am discussing Skylanders. There are a few things I’m ok with being awoken at 2:15 for. A discussion on Skylanders is not one of them.
At 6:30 am, Evan was finished with his morning routine except for eating breakfast.
Evan: I’m a MORNING BIRD!
Me: (still pretending to be sleeping) Huh?
Evan: I’m a MORNING BIRD!
He’s perky. If it wasn’t for his relation to me and his cuteness, I would say he was f-ing perky and thrown something at him.
Me: (mumbling into the pillow) I know.
Evan: I’m the MOST MORNINGEST BIRD because I GOT UP BEFORE EVERYONE ELSE!
Then he jumped on my bed.
And I heard Aidan’s music box start playing. I looked up to see Sean running with his blanky to join the party on my bed.
God has a sick sense of humor to give me, a night owl, three morning birds.
God, there has to be a law somewhere against perky morning people. And I have to live with them.
