You'd think hard-working parents have a right to sleep in on a Saturday morning, unless you are a three-year old whose paradigm of having his parents up and at 'em before he wakes up has just been shattered. We were awaken this morning by our three-year old son's heavy footsteps stomping up and down the hall outside our bedroom. Since we were just waking up, the din of those footsteps sounded more like a sasquatch than a three-year old. We invited him to hop in bed with us only to be rebuffed and rebuked with a stern, "It's morning already!"
Ironically, both of us woke up in kind of a bad mood too, so this struck us as funny. Feeling that we were laughing at his expense, he became more frustrated. But, we've learned over time that this is nothing some hugs and tickling can't cure. All of us ended up feeling better after that.
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