Anyone who knows me personally will attest to that little fact about me. Of course, when I was working and still living among the rat-race, I did manage to wake up at the crack of the dawn, hoping to catch the first train without being squashed like a sardine.
My daughter like her dad is a morning person.
I wake up to a variation of:
1. Wakey-wakey Mommy! Complete with little slaps on the face.
2. I want my breakfast Mommy! (sometimes, she’ll say please).
3. Take care of me Mommy! (She’s only 2 and she already knows the guilt-trip)
This morning it was:
Number 2. Then I teased her with a – Go get your own breakfast, sweetie.
T: I can’t Mommy.
M: Why not?
T: I’m too short! I can’t reach!
I burst out laughing and got up.
As you can see, she is indeed, ‘”short” and needs a chair to bake cookies.
But then again, I’m short and I’m not 2! Haha.
What about you?
Are you a morning person?