Flying Time

Here's a snippet of a conversation I had with my four year old earlier.

"Mom, can we go out and play with my skateboard?"

"Not right now, it's six in the morning, the sun is still sleeping."

"When the sun wakes up?"

"Not exactly, but we'll go sometime today."

"OK."

A few minutes pass, as I lie in bed trying to be comatose.

"Mom, I've been waiting three hours."

Not.

Apparently time flies when your Mom pretends to sleep.

Nicólle