My five year old son woke up before the alarm went off which is particularly unusual.....as I am getting dressed, i see him running up the stairs with my phone in hand muttering something about "still being nighttime". As I hit the stairs, he greets me with a photo on my phone and emphatically says---SEE MOM, it is not time to get up because it's not daytime yet. I proceeded to explain to him that the photo he had snapped (above) was the sun RISING, as opposed to the sun SETTING--the difference between East and West, etc. He continues to rationalize with me that it is night time that is why daddy's pickup isn't in the driveway (when actually he is gone hunting) and that it is MOMMY that is confused, not him.
About that time, seven year old gets up and in typical big sister fashion chimes in with her non-stop morning happy chatter. When it's fall, days get shorter, buddy...... its almost fall and that means Halloween is coming, remember mommy ordered your costume....and speaking of costumes (she) doesn't want to wear a wig..... today's lunch is mozzarella bread sticks.....and the sun is raising over the corn....remember when we had our picture taken in the cornstalks....boy cornstalks sure are itchy....what is that stuff called on the top of corn again--cotton, silk, polyester?
At this point, I decide to just wander in the kitchen and start making breakfast, as my lesson about seasons certainly can't pervade the chatter. My son, resolved to the fact walks begrudgingly downstairs cupping his hand beneath his arm pit and making "tooting sounds" the whole time down the stairs........
Yep....its another great day on the farm.
About that time, seven year old gets up and in typical big sister fashion chimes in with her non-stop morning happy chatter. When it's fall, days get shorter, buddy...... its almost fall and that means Halloween is coming, remember mommy ordered your costume....and speaking of costumes (she) doesn't want to wear a wig..... today's lunch is mozzarella bread sticks.....and the sun is raising over the corn....remember when we had our picture taken in the cornstalks....boy cornstalks sure are itchy....what is that stuff called on the top of corn again--cotton, silk, polyester?
At this point, I decide to just wander in the kitchen and start making breakfast, as my lesson about seasons certainly can't pervade the chatter. My son, resolved to the fact walks begrudgingly downstairs cupping his hand beneath his arm pit and making "tooting sounds" the whole time down the stairs........
Yep....its another great day on the farm.
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