Awake!

The other day I had to wake up early to take Three to a Scout thing.

I woke up before my alarm at 5:45 am, waltzed into Three's room, and woke him up with a smile.

He looked genuinely concerned.  "Who are you?" he asked.

Touche.

However, I am pretty sure that one of the first things I told him about myself when we met a few years ago, was that I am not a morning person.  If you want a yes to anything, wait until after ten a.m. to ask.  At least you'll have a sporting chance.

Which is good advice.

Except on the freak, one-off days when I wake up as cheerful as Cinderella, thereby thoroughly confusing my child.