Waking the Maker

I trudged upstairs this morning to wake up the Maker, who had an 8 am basketball game. I found him curled up on his bed in his frog blanket, fully clothed from last night, pillow on the floor. As he sleepily unfolded himself he inexplicably reached into the cargo pockets of his camoflauge pants and began dragging out their contents: one spork (still in plastic), some hemp twine, a green balloon, some short sticks, a five dollar bill, a plastic money clip with no money in it, and a swiss army knife.

I don’t know if this is a normal wake-up routine for boys; I was just grateful there was nothing amphibious, insectoid, or reptilian involved.

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