This morning, I woke up with both kiddos in bed with me. Their daddy is out of town on business for a few days – giving me ample opportunity to avoid bedtime scheduling madness (guess who’s the disciplinarian here) and revel in those snuffly sighs and giggles that escape just before exhaustion overtakes them and they drift into dreamland.
We slept in. School starts here in 11 days. Gotta sleep in while we can.
Eventually, Andy and I rolled out of bed and went into the living room to start our day in the customary way. A pastry. Some cereal. Flipping back and forth between Morning Express (hi, Robin Meade!) and Good Morning America (hello, GMA crew!). We love Robin’s laughter and the lighthearted interaction among the GMA team, the care they seem to give each other when topics turn serious.
Ella heard the television and stirred. I watched from the living room as she sat up, wiped the sleepy from her big brown eyes, and yawned. The GMA segment went to commercial.
And then, wham.
Did that just flash on my TV screen?
In front of 8-year-old Andy?!
A camera trick. A clever angle.
I told Andy – his blue eyes had gone wide – to get something from the refrigerator (out of sight of the TV).
Snatched up the remote.
There it was.
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