It’s not quite 9:30 AM. We got up, we got dressed, we got the boys dressed, and we fed the boys breakfast. Jordan and I took Andrew to camp, and we got home maybe twenty minutes ago. I went into the kitchen to make a cup of tea, and a little voice in the living room said, “Mark, I’m want you to make lunch.”
“Oh, buddy, it’s too early for lunch. You just finished breakfast.”
“Mark, I’m want you to make lunch NOW!”
Thrown toys, tears, screams. Good morning!