scenes from the morning

7ish, this morning.

After getting up for 5:30 scriptures, this boy gets tired.

Today he opted for a short nap in mom's bed.

He tells me, "it's cozy."

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I'm blue that he will start school next week.

He's been my pleasant, happy companion for five years.

Five years is too short.

I keep telling him he "must stay home!"

He says, "No way!"

Boo.

This is the scene from another room:

We're not sure when in the night the diaper was removed, but we found her this morning, sound asleep enjoying a soft breeze on her behind.

When she woke up I asked her, "Where is your diaper?"

She replied, "I don't know," which in reality sounds like: "Ont know."

Just for the record, this is not the first time this has happened.

Why do I forget to put on her little diaper cover/undies/thing?

Good question!