Smooth Move

“Mommy, I like to wake up smooth,” Piper said, crawling beneath the covers on my side of the bed.

“Smooth?” I asked.

“Smooth,” she said. “It goes like this. I get in bed with you. You snuggle me. I snooze a little more. That’s smooth. Then I tell you about my dreams. You snuggle me again. Then you make my hot tea. You tell me about your dreams. Then Daddy and Sissy snuggle me. That’s smooth, too. Then I’m ready for the day.”

This probably explains why we are two hours late most places. Happy but late.