It’s 6:25 a.m. On a Saturday. It’s summer for Pete’s sake. And he’s up, our son the rooster. My husband and I know this because the toilet flushes. No matter what time he goes to bed, his eyes pop open at the first beam of sunlight. He peeks into our room. We don’t flinch. About 15 minutes later he comes in again. “Go read,” I mumble. It’s not even 7 a.m. I see him quietly peek in one last time a bit later before I finally get up.
When he was younger, he used to come in every three minutes and drive us crazy until one of us got up. And sometimes he’d wake up at 5 a.m.—in the dark. That was rough. Now at age 8, most of the time he’ll read.
I’m not a morning person. He is. Don’t even talk to me until I’ve eaten and showered. I don’t care to chit-chat. The thing about my son is that he has been up for an hour or more and he is bursting with questions. Every sentence starts with Mom, and there are no breaths in between.
“Mom, if a whale washes up on the beach, probably three or four people have to carry it back out into the ocean.”
Well, they’re too big to lift.
“Mom, what happens if a dolphin washes up on the beach? I bet the lifeguards would have to come pick it up and put it back in the water.”
Well, a dolphin and a whale are pretty heavy and if one washes up, it’s sick or dying. Lifeguards don’t do that sort of thing.
“Mom, probably Animal Control comes and takes it to the animal hospital and they fix it.”
I tell him that marine biologists probably come take a look at it there on the beach. It’s really too early for me to function, but he wants some answers.
“Mom, do they have whale sharks at Sea World?”
I haven’t a clue.
“Mom, whale sharks when they open their mouths, it is bigger than our playroom.”
Man, that is really big.
“Mom, if a stingray washes up on the beach, probably the lifeguards can just pick it up by its tail and throw it back into the ocean.”
I don’t know if the lifeguards would touch it. (Oh, make it stop.)
“Mom, but if it’s a minnow, they can just fling it back in.”
Yes, they can just fling it back in. (My brain is hurting. But I smile.)
“Mom, did you know they make the Knight Bus Harry Potter Lego set and it comes with…”