K usually wakes up the children, but he had to leave the house early the other day.
We do it differently, the waking up.
K plays an out of tune guitar and sings a made up morning song that might remind you of alley cats meowing in the night.
I prefer to climb in my children's beds and snuggle them awake.
On this particular morning, I climbed in with The Rooster first and rubbed her back and talked with her until I knew she'd get up and get dressed.
Then I moved into The Mayor's bed.
Because relating to seven year old boys seems to require an element of rough housing, I didn't rub his back so much as gently transition him into several world championship wrestling maneuvers.
As I climbed out of his bed, I said,
You'd better get up and get dressed quickly because I left a fart in your bed.
And then, unbelievably, from The Rooster's room I hear,
HEY! NO FAIR! YOU DIDN'T LEAVE A FART IN MY BED!!
They will fight about ANYTHING.