After a busy weekend, The Senator found it a little difficult to get out of bed this morning. I usually wake him up by singing or quoting lines from his favorite movies. Don't get the wrong picture - this is not something he enjoys. I merely annoy him out from under the sheets. However, when he's extremely tired even irritation fails to rouse him.
So today I hauled out the heavy artillery: the cork gun. The loathsome cork gun his cousin gave him a while back. pop! pop! pop! The first round got a groan out of him. A sign of life. pop! pop! pop! "Noooooooo!" It's working. pop! pop! pop! "Mom! Stop!" He ducks back under his comforter. pop! pop! pop! "Okay! Okay! I'm getting up!"
I was going to poke him with the gun just to be sure he was serious about getting out of bed, but I was afraid he might bite off the barrel.
He stumbled out of his room and headed upstairs, grumbling and moaning. Good thing I didn't mention that we were having oatmeal for breakfast. He'd still be under the covers.
Posted by Cathy at May 22, 2006 10:03 AM