The Morning Person

Thing Two is far too cheery in the morning.

He comes to my room bright and early.

Climbs up on my bed and starts being cute.

Making faces to his poor, half asleep mother.

Who only has enough energy to reach for her cell phone to take pictures.

This one showcases his bed-head comb over.

It doesn't bother him that everyone else is still asleep.

Because, for Thing Two, the day starts the moment sunlight touches the house.

He's no child of mine.

This was in response to me saying "Make the face." He's sorting through his mental Rolodex of faces.

Then he decides to scamper into the living room.

Leaving me no choice but to heave my sorry self out of bed and follow.

Because I have a desperate need to capture "the face".

And he has a desperate need to make it difficult for me.

Then Thing One awakes. Not so bright and cheery. This is my son.

Thing Two comforts the newly awakened.

A smile! This early in the day!

Finally, a clear shot of "the face". Too bad the dumb pacifier was in his mouth.

"If you smile, I'll get you breakfast."

Bribery is the cornerstone of my parenting technique.