Last night, I decided that since I was ready for my classes today, I would sleep in and go to school around 7:30 or 8 instead of my usual 6:30. I set my alarm for 6:30 instead of 5, and snuggled in for a long winter's nap.
Cue Aidan's "slappy feet" at 5:30 a.m.
Cue Aidan's chubby little hands lightly tapping me on the face, as his customary wake-up call.
Cue Aidan's celebratory proclamation: "Mommy! I slept in my bed the whole night AND I didn't pee in my sheets. We don't pee in our sheets, we pee in the potty!"
And so on...he was completely alert and ready to start his day. I got up, went to his room and played hide and seek with his animals for a while (he likes to cover his eyes while I hide them, and then he tries to find them) until it became obvious that he was going to wake Baby Elle up.
I decided we'd go to breakfast. We threw on some shoes and packed up the animals and went to Dunkin' Donuts. We walk up to the counter and Aidan immediately says, "Hello. I am Aidan Michael Connor, and I'd like a doughnut."
While we were dining, what seemed to be the regulars began arriving at the store, all smiling and talking to Aidan. Just before we left, Aidan and I went to the counter to order a few doughnuts and a coffee for Daddy and Baby Elle (the coffee was for her; she loves lattes. [Editor's Note: This is obviously hyperbole. If you know what hyperbole is, thank your English teacher.]). Aidan was carrying on a conversation with a table of women (my hopes for the priesthood are waning...), telling them how teranadons are flying dinosaurs that eat fish.
As it turns out, of the women was a first-grade teacher. She said, "Wow, Aidan, I'd love to have you in my first-grade class." She teaches in Williamsport, though, so her recruiting was in vain.
So all in all, it was a good morning, despite my foiled plan to sleep in. The family got coffee and doughnuts, and Aidan got scouted by a first-grade teacher. All this before 7 a.m. What possibilities this day has!