Last Friday morning, just before the unholy hour of six, ante meridian, Sheepdog’s alarm started buzzing. He dutifully crawled out of our warm bed and got up to get dressed and ready for work. As I am wont to do, I immediately moved to the center of our king-sized bed, splayed my body out spread-eagle and started to drift back into unconsciousness for a few more minutes (dare I pray for sixty?) of glorious extra sleep.
But I dare not, because Kid E (as he is wont to do) sought me out very shortly thereafter. Fortunately, he is little enough that he is still soft and cuddly and doesn’t yet have horrible dragon breath in the morning. So I stayed in the middle spot, while he crawled in next to me and we curled up together in the bed.
When Sheepdog was done getting dressed, he came out into our still pitch-black bedroom. I could not see him, but it was clear that he was in the room (Sheepdog is a boy and boys do not possess ninja stealth).
I whispered aloud, “Before you leave, you should come over to my side of the bed. There is a pretty awesome surprise waiting for you.”
Kid E heard me and hugged me tightly. We were co-conspirators in giving his Daddy a much-coveted kid hug before he set off for a tedious day in the salt mines.
“I’ll be right back!” Sheepdog whispered back at me as he hurried back into the bathroom. I heard him gargling and brushing his teeth. Uh oh, we’re going to have one unhappy camper if he thinks he’s getting some.
While Sheepdog was practicing good oral hygiene and possibly planning on a morning quickie, Kid E began to physically vibrate with his own anticipation. He wiggled and squirmed and kicked his feet under the covers.
Finally, when he could not stand the excitement one second longer, Kid E exclaimed, “I CAN…NOT…WAIT TO SEE WHAT THE SURPRISE IS!”
Well, shucks, kid. Seems like you and Sheepdog may be a little disappointed this morning.
Wish me luck for tomorrow…