On Saturday after breakfast I asked JDaniel if he wanted to go see if Daddy was awake. He nodded his head yes and charged the fifteen feet to our bedroom.
I don’t let JDaniel go near Daddy until after eight o’clock on Saturdays. It was now a little after eight.
JDaniel pushed open the door and rushed into see if Daddy was awake. He looked at Daddy. Daddy moaned, “Good Morning JDaniel.” JDaniel pointed to the clock on the bedside table. It was like he was trying to say, “Do you know what time it is?”