I sat bolt upright in bed. What the hell was that?
BWEHHM BWEHHM!! BWEHHM!!!!
It was getting louder.
It was coming from Chago's room.
It was an...I think that's an...oh, dear God, I think he actually set his alarm!
And sure enough, in one fluid movement, he pops right off his top bunk, slams the snooze, flicks on his light without a second's hesitation that we normally have to 1-2-3, snatches his book off his desk, and hops right back into bed.
"Uhhhhh...Bubba? What's going on, babe?"
"Morning, Mama!!" says Chipper Charlie.
"What are you doing, son? It's 5:45 in the morning!"
"Huh?" he says without even lifting his eyes off the page.
"Son!" I say. "What. Are. You. Doing?"
"Oh," he finally acknowledges, "well, I didn't get to finish my book last night and it's really, really good, and I only have *this* much to go, and..."
I put my palm up. Smile from every little place inside me and out. And go back to bed.