Breakfast Singer

May's excited voice pulls me from a deep sleep the following morning.

She has woken Lucas, as well, who yawns and flips to his other side as I reach up to rub the sleep from my eyes.

I lift my head and glance at her.

The little girl seems to be almost vibrating with energy. "It's...time for breakfast!!"

I squint out the window.

It appears to be early morning.

I gently nudge May to lay back down. "No, it's time for more sleep..."

"It's time to wake uuuuupp!" May groans and yawns.

"I'm starving! Aren't you guys all hungry?" She protests in a louder voice, one that seems to be a deliberate attempt to disrupt anyone else who might still be trying to get a little more shut eye.

The girl has learned entirely too well how to manipulate adults.

She has a long way to go before she has mastered the art, however.

I gently scoop her up into my arms, first sitting up in bed, and then standing.