The scene: 6:45 am Thursday morning. JT is under the quilt in his bed and I have arrived to scratch his back and wake him up.
Mama: Good morning muffin.
JT: no actual words, just some snorty pig grunting sounds
Mama: What are you thinking about for breakfast? A waffle, a bagel with cream cheese, oatmeal, or cinnamon toast?
JT: (Rolling over) I'm thinking bed. I'm thinking nap.
Okay then.
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