I am half asleep early Saturday morning lying snuggled in our bed... so peaceful... so happy...
When from the hallway I hear Zayd beckoning:
Zayd: (a little louder) Eeeeethan!
Zayd: (same volume, more intense) Eeeeethan!
From further in the distance I hear the voice of Ethan, who sounds like he too was lying all snuggled comfortably in his bed half asleep...
I open my eyes and see the digital clock: 6:30 a.m.
Zayd: Will you get me some toilet paper please?
Zayd: Eeeethan! Please! I need some toilet paper!
Ethan: No. I'm sleeping.
Zayd: I would get you some...
Ethan: No. You wouldn't.
He's right about that.
I climb out of our warm, peaceful, snuggley bed to get some toilet paper for Zayd - because women understand what an issue the absence of toilet paper is...
I walk out into the hallway, still groggy, to find Ethan -- now prancing -- outside the open bathroom door in his underwear.
Zayd: Ethan! Just get me toilet paper and stop looking at me!
And I got up for this.
Me: Ethan. Give your brother the toilet paper. (I hand him the roll).
Ethan continues to prance.
Ethan: Mom! You're awake!
Me: Ethan. Give your brother the toilet paper.
Ethan continues to prance - now prancing with the roll of toilet paper in his hands.
Ethan: Why are you up mom?
He has no clue how lucky he is that he is so damn cute...
Ethan: I was going to get Zayd toilet paper.
By prancing in blue camo undies to the toilet paper gods?
Zayd: ETHAN! Give me the toilet paper!
Me: Give it to him please.
I would give it to him, but Zayd is at that age when he doesn't particularly want his mother coming in while he is in the bathroom...
Ethan: (still prancing... but now prancing into the bathroom) I was going to give it to you!
I turn around and head back into my bedroom.
Ethan: Where are you going mom!
Ethan: Are you awake now Mom!? 'Cause remember, it's a stay-at-home day!