Except that the inevitable happened. This time it was the Leafy Boy. He trekked sleepily out of bed and trailed toward my computer after me. When I told him that it was far too early to be awake, he gestured irritably at the sky.
"It's morning time!" he said.
It is very hard to reason with Leafy about the seasons and longer days and the equinox and all of that. Trust me. Bed time has a similar problem.
I implemented the ol' back up plan. Keep the boy from waking up the others.
Which explains why I tidied and edited a few paragraphs with a four-year-old on my lap.
And why I wrote this post with a four-year-old on my lap. A four-year-old who has not stopped talked. I think he has sung the Transformers song seventeen times during the creation of this post. It is simply inspiring.
What is actually inspiring are his hands, so beautiful, laying on top of mine while he pretends to type along with me.
Two doses of Leafy for you:
And a fishing story.