At 6 a.m., I woke up my husband and he hugged me for a while before leaving for work.
At 7:15, Danny came toddling into our room and threw his stuffed chinchilla at me. I threw it back. He climbed into bed. I poked his tummy. He sat on my face. We wrestled until he announced he wanted jello. Jello for breakfast? Sure, why not.
I think I'll have chocolate milk.
