Usually when David wakes up in the morning, he’s all smiles. He stretches and wiggles and waves. But mostly he just smiles and smiles. It’s easily his favorite part of the day.
This particular morning he acted more like he had a hangover. I pulled him into bed with me and he snoozed HARD for an hour.
When it was time for breakfast, he was all, “Please, mom, just five more minutes…”
So he slept. And slept. And asked for an Asprin.
Come on, ma, no photos.