I came into the bedroom one morning to find a very chastened looking little boy. "It's because I barked at him," Julie said. Sam, very seriously, looked up and said, "People don't bark, mama. Dogs bark."__________________
I'm not a morning person - never have been. I don't do well with children wanting to wake up at ridiculous hours. So when Sam woke up at 5:40am and told me he wanted to get up, I did everything I could to convince him to go back to sleep. It worked - at least long enough for me to walk down the hall to our room, at which point he called me back, saying "I did sleep!"
After fighting with him for about half an hour, I finally said that he could get up. "But I'm not happy about it, little man," I said.
"Here's Mister Monkey to make you feel better," he replied, passing me his stuffed animal.
"It's going to take more than Mister Monkey to make me happy," said Too-Early-In-The-Morning Daddy.
He flashed me an angelic smile and said, "A little bit happy?"
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Sam, while Julie was rocking him just before bedtime: "I don't even want to talk, mama. I just want to breathe."
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