We're sitting on the couch enjoying a pretty quiet morning. Ashtyn's watching Toy Story, eating a Pop-Tart. I'm surfing, looking for clothes for her and trying hard not to cough in her direction. (Please, please do not let her catch the mess I have!)
She jumps up and turns around to look into the bedroom where Bruce is peacefully sleeping and belts out "Wake up, Daddy! It's 6 of the clock! It's time to get up!" No movement. She has jumped now and went in there to make sure he gets up. Now "It's 30 the clock and it's wake up time!" I hear movement.
And I'm now snickering....
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