Mornings

When I sat down on the couch and woke Schroeder up from a deep sleep, I realized that whole "owners who start to look like their pets" thing is happening - because this is pretty much Steve's exact face every morning when the alarm goes off:

Wm had another snow day yesterday. I brought him in to work with me and then I didn't feel good, so we just went home an hour later. I felt better shortly after we got home, so I made Wm a temporary desk in his room (since he usually lays in the middle of the living room floor with all his electronics and it's not only annoying…but it's cold). We are getting him a nice desk and chair for his birthday and I was planning to just ignore his living room floor dwelling until then, but since I had the time and opportunity yesterday, he got this setup:

About 45 minutes later, I yelled up that it was time for him to do his reading…

Me: Reading time!

Wm: OK!

Me: [10 minutes later]

Me: Wm!! READING TIME!

Wm: I know! I'm doing it!!

Me: Come down here and read with me!

Wm: No.

Me: Why not?

Wm: I'm reading in my new spot.

Me: But…I want to read on the couch together! We can snuggle under the heated blanket!

Wm: No.

Me: Will I never see you again?

Wm: No.

Maybe the "desk" thing is a mistake...