Easton
Something hits my mattress and I crack open one eye. It's Saturday and no game today, which means we can sleep. Unless you have a four-year-old named Cole. Little hands touch my cheek and I pretend I'm still asleep. He moves even closer whispering "daddy." I lift the covers over him and wrap him in my arms smiling at his happy little squeal. "It's early buddy."
"My clock was green.”
Ugh that "Ok to Wake Clock" will be the death of me on weekends. "Could I turn on cartoons and you let me sleep thirty more minutes?"
"Can I watch Bluey?" He practically vibrates with anticipation.
"Yep. Two episodes." I am not above simple bribery to sleep forty-five more minutes.
"Ok Daddy. You sleep. I lay next to you." He moves to lay on the extra pillow with the covers pulled up to his neck.
