Tornado E: Tornado A does whatever I do. He says whatever I say. Probably because he likes me best. But it really is a mystery.
Tornado E: Mommy, you look better in the afternoon than you do in the morning. Your eyes are closed. Your breath stinks. Your hair is a mess.
Me: Then get out of my bed.
I sat up.
Tornado E: Oh! Your hair looks better!
Me: Oh man. I have to be up at 4. Which means your grandma has to be up at 4 to take me to the airport. And your daddy has to be up at 4 to make sure he’s here when I leave. I better set my alarm.
Tornado E: Set mine too so I can be up at 4.
Me: It’s ok, Tornado E. You don’t need to be up at 4. You can sleep.
Tornado E: But I want to be up with you, so that I can say goodbye.
Me: Why don’t I wake you up?
Tornado E crawled into bed. I looked at the time. 2:30 am. Ugh. I looked back at him.
Tornado E: Hi, Mommy. I woke up a little early, so I’m going to sleep here with you for a little bit.