Two Minutes

I rolled over this morning at 7am and looked at my alarm clock. Too early. I had set the alarm for 7:15am. Woohoo! "Fifteen more minutes of sleep," I said to myself, and proceeded to jump on that opportunity like a kangaroo in heat...

I was then SO rudely awoken by FCB at 7:13am. I looked at the alarm...mumbled that I had two more minutes and that he needed to bugger off.

"Oh and on your way to buggering off, wake up the child, would ya?"

He walked over to where she was sleeping (On the floor, the kid never sleeps in the same spot night after night. She is like a dog that can't find the right spot.) and told her it was time to get up and go to school. Last day and all.(She only goes for 3 hours and then has two weeks off before summer school starts.)

He nudged her, she pulled the covers over her head and said, "Two minutes!"


(I laughed for a good 20 minutes. That kid never fails to absolutely crack me up! Who ever said that you couldn't inherit a sense of humor must have just had bad genes.)