Andrew woke up awfully early Friday morning. The sun had not come up yet and Ryan still was not awake. It was pre-six-o-clock. Chad pulled him up into our bed in between us and we all tried to fall back asleep. Or at least Mommy and Daddy tried. Andrew started to kick Chad in the back repeatedly. In a very firm but surprisingly calm voice (remember it's pre-dawn), Chad instructed Andrew to stop kicking him.
Daddy:Andrew, could you please stop kicking me?
Andrew: See my feet?
Daddy:I feel them.
Andrew: See my feet, well dat's my problem.