Four Feet More

This morning, like every morning, Eamon had difficulty waking up (he's a night person, like me). After sleepily putting on his clothes, he managed to drag himself into the bathroom where he, Vika, and I stood, like three zombies, looking at each other in the mirror.

Eamon yawned lazily, and then asked, "Mama, why does morning always have to be so early?"

That's something I've often wondered myself.