Since my boys were around 3-years old, they have jumped out of bed at 6am and sprinted to the living room with the viger and urgency that should only be felt on Christmas morning. What do they expect to find at the end of the hallway? I don't want to disappoint them or anything, but it's a regular old Tuesday in mid-September.
Or worse it's Monday. Yes, it's actually Monday. The worst day of the week in the most uneventful month in the year. Just when they were getting used the weekend lifestyle of lounging around in their underwear and watching cartoons all day, they now have to switch gears and stay in school for 9 hours. They will have to wear a tie and a belt and sit still and eat a school lunch. We are not going to a Parisian carnival today. There are no presents to open or birthday breakfasts to eat. Go back to bed! There's nothing to see here but the start of a new day.
I guess to them, that's as exciting as it gets. A couple of real maximizers those two boys. I hope they never change.
|Ella, on the other hand, has had the morning mope walk down for years.|