After moving our furniture yesterday, this morning marked the first time we’ve woken up in the new house. Jaclyn and I crashed hard last night, our bodies tired from the day (weeks, really) of moving, and we were not at all ready when Miles, lacking a childproof knob cover on his bedroom door, came striding into our bedroom at 7:30 AM eager to start the day.
“Wake up, guys!” he said like some pint-sized alarm clock. “It’s the daytime out! Time to wake up!”
This, incidentally, is how he looked:
After climbing up into bed with us, he added, “I’m ready to go home now!”
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