First Thing in the Morning

I had to wake the kid up the other day super, super early.  We were off to one of our monthly rocket launches.  I went into his room, gave him a little shake, brushed the side of his cheek, ruffled his flattened mohawk, and said, "Time to wake up, dude."

He crinkled his nose, shook off my touch, groaned just a bit, and said, "I don't like this formula."

Ya, I dunno either, but I'm assuming my mad little scientist was still deep in dreamland.

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