Lately my 6 1/2 year old has been serenading us every morning. Laying in bed, hoping for a few more minutes of sleep, you just have to laugh at the hilarity of someone jumping out of bed, singing such songs as:
- Looking for My Tire
- I’m the Son of Apollo
- Rain Never Stopped a Canoe
My husband is not a particularly chipper chap upon waking. Something about spending years listening to his mother scream at him from across the house to wake him up in the morning soured his outlook on getting out of bed. In fact, for many years, I absolutely refused to wake him up in the morning. While he never remembered saying anything during my attempts to wake him, I always recalled quite clearly. These days he is a friendly grump when woken. However, even he can’t help but roll over, cover his head with a pillow, and chuckle at the enthusiastic songs.
