Morning

I am not a morning person.

I’d rather crack my skull open than have less than six hours’ sleep.

But here I am, cuddling my son at 5am.

He giggles and coos and chirps like a minion.

Bleary eyed, I ask him what he wants.

And with twinkling eyes he says:

“Dadaaaaaaaaaa”

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