|Exhibit A: Hurt Waffle|
Me: "No, kiddo. Ten more minutes."
(It's part of my strategy to curb his early morning wanderings.)
Note: I'd already made him toasted blueberry waffles and given him some milk and had him eat so he would not be ravenous.
From depths of bedroom: "Ten? Ohhhhh nooo!"
Thud, as he topples back into his car bed. Then, "Help! I hurt my waffle!"
Time for more coffee. He gets out at 7.