James, My Alarm

This morning James ran into our bedroom in a flurry, ripped open the blinds and screamed, “IT’S MORNING TIME!”. He then turned on the radio, switched on the lights, jumped on top of me and yelled, “GET UP, LAZY BONES!”.

And it wasn’t just this morning.

It’s every morning.

Boundless energy, that boy has—boundless.

“No human being believes that any other human being has a right to be in bed when he himself is up.” —Robert Lynd