Our Pumpkinhead does not like mornings. At all.
Nor does she make any effort to hide the fact. Mornings are always a struggle here, as both she and Calvin find waking up akin to swallowing raw liver.
A few mornings ago:
"Carolinebabygirl, good morning! It's time to get up and get moving!"
... from under the covers, without even a pause...
"I'd rather grow hair all over my body."
Sometimes though, she's just too incoherent to say anything of sense. One morning when I went to wake her up, she sort of sat up, blinked a few times, looked at me with squinty eyes and said:
"It's just as I suspected!"
"What? What's just as you suspected?"
"It's as I suspected" she said again, "You DO have real feathers!"
..at which point she fell unceremoniously back onto her pillow and began snoring.
Once she's up though, she's great, whereas I feel I need a nap after only being up for 3 hours.
Caroline observing all the sights at the anual Ludwigsburg Pumpkin Fest.
This is what happens when I say "Yes" to a Smurfberry Gelato after school.