Christmas morning…the beginning of the end.
It’s 7:35 on a non-school morning and I am reading my blogs and drinking my coffee. Not really expecting anyone in the house to be awake for at least another 30 minutes when, from behind me, I hear feet patting across the floor. It’s Christopher! And he has brought a book to read.
“You’re up early,” I said.
“I brought a book to read,” he responded.
“Well…go cover up and enjoy your book!” (it’s cold here in our basement)
4 MINUTES & 23 SECONDS LATER…
“I’ve read 8 chapters! This is a good book, daddy! Uh…can I play Smash Brothers?”
Sneeeeaky…and the adventures continue…