Because I get to take the boys to sunrise mass for Easter every year, regardless of whose holiday it is, I convinced the Ex to let me take the boys Saturday night. By coincidence, Saturday was also Tornado A’s birthday, so I asked to take the boys to dinner because the non-custodial parent of the day gets the boys for a couple of hours on a birthday.
I put the boys to bed early because 5am is awfully early. I didn’t mention that this was in direct result of getting up for sunrise mass. I assumed that the boys had heard the plans throughout the week and put two and two together.
Me: Goodnight, sweethearts!
Tornado E: So, Mama, if we’re going to bed early, can we get up early?
Me: Um, yeah.
Tornado E: So, we could get up at 5:30?
House rules are no one up before 6. There’s good reasons for that rule. I’m sad to have it, and I hate enforcing it because that means I’m up before 6.
Me: Sure. You know what. You can get up at 5 if you want.
The room erupted in cheers.
Who are these kids? How did I birth morning people?
My bet is they’re changelings.