So we have been having some issues with Frankie getting up at the crack of dawn lately and today was no exception. At 5:40 am she comes into our room and whispers "Mom, Mom, I think it is time to get up...." I glance at the clock and sure enough Q is sleeping in. I rouse him then tell Frankie to climb in on her Dad's side. She says she wants a snack and to watch cartoons. I sigh and relent. I have no inclination to try to persuade her at 5:40 am. As I am getting out of bed and groaning she grabs my hand and skips excitedly and says "Come on Mom, it's time to face the day!!"
How could you not love getting up to that!
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