Wake Up!


My morning starts about an hour before I wake anyone in my family up. So usually at 6:20 I am semi-caffeinated, and depending on the number of times you make me enter your room to try to drag your butt out of bed, I can get quite irritating.

This morning, on my third trip into D’s room to wake him, I stand in front of his bed and say “GET UP! GET UP! GET UP!” Then, the dog, Django, jumps onto D’s bed and sits, head cocked, between me and D. I suggest to D that Django is saying that I should let him sleep.

D whispers something inaudible, and then I ask him to say it again when I have leaned in to hear. He whispers, “Why not listen to Django for once?”

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