I stayed up late again last night talking to people on the Internet. I guess
I finally gave up and went to bed around 3:30 a.m.

My mom walked into my room a few hours later, saying, “Wake up! It’s
morning! I have something for you.” I pulled the covers away from my eyes.
Not that it helped much. I’m virtually blind without my glasses, and I
don’t wear them to bed. “Huh?” I groaned and squinted in what might have
been her direction. “I have something for you!” she repeated, shoving
something in my face. Good thing too. I never would have been able to
successfully focus on it otherwise. In her hand and in front of my nose was
a coffee mug. Inside the mug were three green army figures frozen in
assorted postures of combat. I peered steadily at the mug, the toys, my
mother’s hand, as she started singing, “The best part of waking up is
soldiers in your cup…” I rolled over and flipped the covers back over my
head as mom laughed and left the room.

I guess that’s what I get for throwing a bag of lettuce at my dad last night
and commenting, “That’s tossed salad.”