he got me!

This morning as I stumbled bleary-eyed into the kitchen, I checked my watch and discovered that the "Hey Mommy, good morning, need some chocolate milk" call had come much earlier than usual. I don't love getting up at 6:25, but I did it. He followed me into the kitchen, cute in his pajamas, little bare feet actually pitter-pattering on the hard floors. I heard a suppressed giggle and then I felt a large spray of cold water on my back. I squealed and turned around to find him holding the spray bottle of water than I use on my hair, and he was spraying me mightily with it, laughing maniacally while he did it. Though it was startling and cold (and a cruel thing to do to the not-awake person fixing his breakfast at the time), I had to stop and laugh with him. He got me good!