this is the story of how f woke j up this morning. see, i was already awake and she and i had gotten in some serious snuggles, but j was still snoozing away, as is usually the case. noticing that and not being willing to stand for it for one more second, f crawled over to his side of our bed and pretty much yelled,
"WHO LET THE DOGS OUT! WHO LET THE DOGS OUT, DADDY!!"
not a question, mind you. a STATEMENT. a VERY LOUD one, in her loudest voice. a voice that feels about 1,000 decibels louder than usual when it is the first thing you hear in the quiet, quiet morning. and i have no idea where she picked that up, as the baha men aren't in regular rotation at our house. regardless, i lay there, giggling and sorta loving it, knowing j was swimming up out of sleepsville, thinking "WTF?"
she continued, leaning over him in the barely-there light of dawn, yelling,
"DAD! DADDY! PEOPLE DON'T HAVE TAILS!"
by the time she yelled "DAD! SHARKS LIKE TO EAT FISH!!" i'm pretty sure he was fully awake.
who needs an alarm clock when you have a three year old? not us, that's for sure. earplugs, maybe. but not an alarm clock.