Snow day.

Jeremy got in late last night.  He was out defending what is right in our local Rockville political scene.   Since he didn’t fall asleep until midnight, I went to tend to Edda when she awoke at 4 or 5 am.  When I go over to her bed, I usually can just curl myself around her and coax her to go back to sleep until we all get up (minus Vince) at about 6 am.  And that is just what I expected to happen last night.  I was happily sleeping with a quiet Edda at 5:59 am.

And who comes running into Edda’s pitch black room right at 6am?  Vince.  Delighted at having no school, he’s up a full hour earlier than he usually is.  I scold him and tell him that he needs to go back to bed and he exclaims, “It’s a snow day!  I don’t want to waste it!”  

Then he took Edda and headed across the hall and tumbled into our bed.  Oh how I dislike snow days as much as Vince likes them.

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