"Up and at 'em, toot sweet!"
"Huh?" I'm groggy, and it's the middle of the night. It's got to be; it's dark. I must be dreaming. Wasn't there a Disney movie from about a hundred years ago, Dick Van Dyke, a jaunty car, children, candy....I'm dreaming.
I scoot down toward the foot of the bed and pull the covers over my head. But even through the blankets and the sheet, I can tell that the bedroom light has turned on, and the mattress bounces as Handsome springs out of bed.
He tugs on my toes. "If we're not out the door in a minute-and-a-half, we'll be late for work."
Toot sweet, indeed.
"Or else we won't have time for breakfast."
Breakfast is my favorite meal. I'm coming. Going. Blech.