I'm thinking my five-year-old might be a little excited about his first basketball game this morning. Why? Well, ever since Wednesday, he has said to me at least five times a day, 'Mom, remember--wake me up at 7:15 on Saturday for my game.'
But, I didn't realize how very excited he was until he came into my room at 1:30 AM (YES, DID YOU GET THAT? 1:30!!!!!!):
'Mom, I'm ready!' He announced, WIDE AWAKE.
'What are you talking about?' I mumbled.
'I'm ready for my game!'
'Jeremiah, it's 1:30 in the morning!'
'But I'm already dressed and ready to go!' he said (very downcast). (and he was completely ready, from head to toe)
So a sad little boy went back to his room and crawled back in bed, completely dressed and ready to go....
'Okay, mom, I'm ready!!!'
'For crying out loud, Jeremiah, it's 2:30 AM. Go back to sleep and do not get up until I come and get you!'
No, I'm not kidding.
And the dad slept through every bit of it.
(btw, I am working on Part 4 of our letter...many interruptions make for a long time coming...hopeful for sometime this weekend!)