Waking to rain, staccato gray mornings, is one of the few events that results in an immediate good morning. It makes me content. Before the rain came, I was nudged awake by little feet pressing against my thigh. The Kaiser slept with me last night, which he rarely does, because he had nightmares about a Venus Fly Trap eating a person.
And now, I’ve gotta take the kid to an early-morning birthday party at Pump It Up. I hear parents bitch and whine about Pump It Up, but I think that’s probably because they’re too lame to toss some four-year olds out of the way and bounce.