morning conversation

6:15 a.m.

"Hey Mommy! What you doing?"

"I'm sleeping!"

"Come see Dennis. Bring chocolate milk."

"No, it's EARLY!"

"Come here, Mommy!"

"Mommy is still sleeping, can you play with Thomas?"

"Okay. Where's Daddy?"

"Daddy's sleeping too."

"Daddy, COME HERE!"

no answer

We got up an hour later--he was happily destroying his room. We've had this conversation for several mornings in a row now, each day it seems to happen earlier and earlier. His door opens, and he stands at the baby gate and yells his requests to us, sometimes adding "Come change my diaper please please please" (and this usually elicits a quick response, I'll admit).