what happened this morning exactly: myra: mommy, mommy WAKE UP!
me: (incoherent mumble/moan)
myra: daddy, if you don't wake up, i'm going to spank your face! (no, we don't spank our children, what would make you think we spank our children?)
marty: ahhhhhhh! no, don't spank my face!
me: (huddled in corner, pretending to be oblivious, trying to catch extra moments of precious sleep)
myra: giggling....alright daddy, (SMACK!!!!)
marty leaps, i swear completely vertically into the air from a laying position, pillow poised in hand (totally kung fu style), and hurls it as hard as he can at 4 year old myra's face.
i hold my breath.
myra doesn't cry.
we all laugh and get up to eat breakfast. a sleepy wrennie is scooped up from her crib along the way.
that was a nice morning. the morning i spent with these two was pretty nice as well. in both scenarios, warm feelings and laughing were key components.