Better Than Any Alarm Clock

It runs like clockwork. Without fail, between 7:20 and 7:25 each morning, we hear the noise of a rattling door knob. A door will open, and the quiet padding of little feet draws closer to our bedroom as our two-year-old creeps stealthily down the hallway.

Most mornings we will both already be awake. We feign sleep for several minutes after she has entered the room, just to maintain the illusion that her mission of avoiding detection had been successful. Occasionally, if our sleep cycles are not quite in the usual pattern, we will still be asleep when she enters. We wake to find a little person quietly pondering the scene of parental slumber.

It doesn’t take long for her whispers to escalate. into shouts of “Wake up daddy! Wake up mummy!” as she diligently works at dragging the covers off her parents, pulling at their legs and arms to rouse them from their pointless inactivity.

She is like a slow rise alarm clock but with the most incredibly soft setting to start with, and a crescendo that literally drags you out of bed.

I’ll take my two-year-old over an alarm clock any day.