“It’s a communist plot.”
“No. It’s. Not.” I said. “You’re just an old grump.”
“Because I lost an HOUR of sleep.”
“Papa, this happens every year, and, personally, I think it’s nice to come home to some daylight. And besides, it’s not like you have anywhere you have to be.”
We have this argument every time the time changes. And every time I’m on the side of the communists. When it gets cold and dark, I want to sleep in. When the days are long, I want to get up early and make the most of the day.
Moose, on the other hand, is all fired up about it. I accidentally hit “stop” this morning instead of “snooze,” so when I woke up, it was GO, GO, GO, and Moose was none too pleased. In fact, the kid roared. And then he tried to get back in bed.
I got out all the guns.
Yep, he and Jax had candy for breakfast.