MyThreeDaughters

Cock-a-doodle-do?

Tomorrow is Saturday, but we will wake up at the same time as every other day: 6:30 to 7 a.m. We’re on daylight savings time right now, or it would be 6. Our kids don’t change. They are like farm animals.
It’ll start with one of them popping open a bedroom door, then making the floorboards of the old house moan, then the other one will get up. Even though our neighbors have kids, their house will be dark. We NEVER sleep in.
A couple of weeks ago, I told the almost-six-year old, “Now, tomorrow is a weekend day, you can sleep as late as you want.”
“I know,” she said, “Mommy told me that too.”
One time, my neighbor Paul asked Fontaine why she got up so early on weekends. She said, “Because I’m afraid I’d miss out on something fun.” (Anybody know anything fun going on at 6:30 a.m. on a February Saturday? Well, there isn’t anything…we’ve looked.)
About a month ago, crusty-eyed on a dark Sunday morning, I begged to know why we all had to be up so early. Was there something, some noise or whatever that woke them?
“Well, I heard that rooster, and I knew it was morning,” Fontaine said.
“Yeah,” said the three-year-old.
I heard that, I said, that wasn’t a rooster…it was a crow!
So, for the city kids, I’ve posted a couple of pictures. We can fire up the computer tomorrow morning and look at them: We’ll be up with the birds.