An interesting ritual happens at our house every morning at precisely 7 o' clock. The alarm goes off... Grant fumbles around to find the phone receiver...followed by more fumbling to locate the intercom button...and then his mildly coherant, dopey broadcast begins.
"Ok, boys (L and I are already up), it's time to get up...Zzzzz...get in the shower, wash your butts, comb your teeth and brush your hair...Zzzzzz....and if you're ready to walk out the door at 7:40, we'll go eat breakfast at McDonald's."
Mason gets up and begins his shower, while Morgen stumbles to our bed, stealing an extra 10 minutes in the King Size before it's his turn. Ginger the dog begins her morning stretch and I take her outside.
And this is the way it goes every morning. ...Well, we don't go to McDonalds every morning (usually I make breakfast) but we go often ever since they built the new McDonalds by our house. It's really pretty and sunny inside and even has a table big enough for all of us to sit at without being squished. The kids love the pancakes, Grant gets his burrito and Diet Coke, and I love my coffee. Mmmmmmmm!
