Easter Morning 2005

I'm glad I have a 5 year old. At 7:30 am he announced that the
Easter Bunny came. That's late for him! "Com'on mom getup! De'Ester
Bunny came! He made the wodder of life! (?that's coffee)" I told him to
wake up his brother. He came back and lifted my eyelid with his finger.
"He's like you mOM, he's not waking UP!" "Daya know? Da'Easter Bunny
has cottin balls!" I sat up. My smallest Maltese was curled up under my
butt. He rolled over to get his morning scratch. On the couch I was
handed a mug. I could smell the bread machine finishing; the efforts of
my insomniac husband, bless him.

After itemizing their booty, my husband and teenage son slinked back to
bed. The 5 year old paced and gabbed continuously for 2 hours until I
decided to plunk him in the tub. That'll occupy him for half an hour. I
tried calling my mom; she probably walked to church. I can't find the
number to Mercy Catholic. I had it by the computer; that was a mistake!
I'll wash the kid and get myself ready.