Random Saturday Morning
7:30am
I am writing about Younger Son's summer of juggling (which I will share with you when it is finished) when I hear footsteps behind me. It is Younger Son.
He asks, "Why are you typing so loud?" and then goes back to bed.
8:00am
The Husband rustles around in the kitchen and suddenly emits a sound only dogs can hear.
"What the matter, dear?"
"I'm almost out of coffee!" And after some whimpering, "I think I can get a half a cup out of this..."
8:30am
The Husband and I are reading the newspaper at the kitchen table when Elder Son wanders by, looks at the clock on the stove and moans.
"What's wrong, son?"
"I thought I slept in longer than that!"
I am writing about Younger Son's summer of juggling (which I will share with you when it is finished) when I hear footsteps behind me. It is Younger Son.
He asks, "Why are you typing so loud?" and then goes back to bed.
8:00am
The Husband rustles around in the kitchen and suddenly emits a sound only dogs can hear.
"What the matter, dear?"
"I'm almost out of coffee!" And after some whimpering, "I think I can get a half a cup out of this..."
8:30am
The Husband and I are reading the newspaper at the kitchen table when Elder Son wanders by, looks at the clock on the stove and moans.
"What's wrong, son?"
"I thought I slept in longer than that!"
3 comments:
Like sleeping less in the morning is a bad thing? He must be kin to my boys = )
May
My girls NEVER make that mistake!
Your son spent his summer juggling? Boy, his arms must be tired !
Ba-da bum.taa-daa.
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