Apparently, despite recent 80 degree temps, it got cold last night. Since it seems our furnace is already on vacation, that means it’s more or less 50 degrees in here.

And THAT means the inhabitants huddled together for warmth.

So I got to witness the wake up process for my kids. You know what? There’s no process. At 6:50, the two of them opened their eyes and got up like a gong went off.

So I have a theory: ultra-high frequency wake up call parents can’t hear.