Something Nasty This Way Comes

It's Valentines day.  Oh joy!

How do I know this?

It's not because I'm reasonably intelligent and can read a calender.  It's not because Facebook is full of people wishing sentimental sentiments to each other.  And it's not because I have anything special planned for my wife (maybe we'll go out for breakfast in a bit....we'll see.).

It's because at 5:30AM I was woken up to the sounds of chocolate delight - and my light being turned on much too early.

Act 1, Scene 1:

Lights go on....

"Hey Dad!  Wake up!"

parental grumble sound here

"Dad?"

more parental grumble sounds - with blankets pulled over said parent.

"Daaaaaaaaad!"

"Yes Nicholas?"

"Do you want the rest of my chocolate heart marshmallow?  I can't finish it."

"Oh yes indeed I do!  If I eat it - will you let me go back to sleep?"

"No.  You need to get up!"

"Ohhhh."

"And while you're doing that - I'm going to go wash my hands....they're all sticky now".

And that leaves me wondering....just what exactly did I eat?  And did he wash his hands before he gave it to me?  And why doesn't he give this stuff to Mommy?  She's right beside me...

I don't even like chocolate marshmallow crap.  But today?  It wasn't all that bad.  Just too early.

Go figure.