"Wha?! What's wrong?" she says, a little groggy and, well, somewhat startled from, you know, being viciously awakened from a dead sleep and all.
"Good news, Mommy, did you hear?"
"What? What are you talking about, son?" she says, trying to curl him into her so that maybe she can will him back to sleep by osmosis for a few more precious weekend morning minutes like when he was a baby.
But he's just too excited to sleep, all jazzed about his week's worth of learning at school, and dying, just dying to spill it all. Right here. Right now. At 5:freaking30 in the morning.
"Mommy!" he shakes her a little as she makes a feeble effort to drift.
"Yes, bubba, yes, I'm awake. What is it? What's the good news."
And I can see him from underneath my pillow smiling from ear to ear as he says, "It's the Grey Wolf, Mommy! It's back!"
"What?!?!" she sits up in bed, likely wondering how she's going to rid our home of an intruder.
"The Grey Wolf!" he says again. "It's been on the endangered species list for years, but it's coming back now! Isn't that great! It's coming back!!!"
And Mommy's thinking (see picture to the right):
(Well, this, and probably some other stuff I can't write on a family blog.)
What? Y'all know she's a MUCH bigger potty mouth than I am! Come on, now.