This is Seven Years Old, but at 6:15 a.m.
I shared this to my personal Facebook page on a whim the other day, but this is something I want to remember, so here we go, blogged for all posterity (er, or just for my archives):
The other morning, I woke Cian up for school, as usual, at 6:15. He opened one eye.
“What’s for breakfast?” he asked.
I told him, and he nodded with approval.
Then: “What’s for lunch?”
I told him, and he nodded again.
There was a final follow-up question: “What’s for dinner?”
I told him, and this time I got a smile in return. He opened the other eye and motioned me off his bed. “Okay,” he said, this time with a sigh. “I’ll get up.”