Boy, He's Got My Number

Charming continues his Tiny Tyrant moniker.

As we all know, anytime before 6 AM is night. All of us, that is, except TT who this morning started yelling for me at 5:45. And I can hardly blame him considering the sun was trying to cross the horizon. And yes, I ignored him and hoped he'd go back to sleep. He wasn't yelling in his I'm-awake-and-there's-nothing-you-can-do-about-it yell, after all. Until I heard this:

Mama! Dee!

Yup, I came running.

Did the child go dee? No. Would he even sit on the dee? No. Did he have a big fit and want to climb into bed with mommy like he does every morning (when he wakes after 6)? Yes.

Now for coffee.