Me: (eyes glued shut, barely conscience, walking into the living room) Now, what is all this?!?!
Molly: (up two hours early, chipper as a squirrel) MAMA! Good morning! It morning time.
Me: MaGoo, the sun has not yet risen. It is still sleeping-time unless you are Hank and it is get-ready-for-school-even-though-everyone-else-is-still-in-bed-time which would still include me for another 15 minutes on a normal weekday. (inescapable yawn)
Hank: (having turned on cartoons, tucking his sister into a blanket) She actually woke up at 5am.
Me: Did you now?
Molly: I wake up!
Hank: She woke me up in the sweetest way and asked for water.
Me: For real!?
Molly: I say please.
Me: Well done.
Hank: It wasn’t a big deal. I had a water bottle next to my bed.
Molly: I drank water.
Hank: And then she went back to sleep until my alarm went off and she got up with me.
Molly: I no sleep. Mano (brother) sleep. I be quiet.
Me: Is that so? That was very kind of you, Amália. That is very respectful of your roommate.
Molly: I wake up! I no sleep well.
Me: You know, last night I didn’t sleep well either.
Hank: You didn’t?
Me: No, I wasn’t able to stay in my dreams. I kept waking up before the plot thickened.
Molly: I no stay in my dreaming, mama. I wake up.
Me: Me, too!
Molly: Me, too! I get up. (kicking off her blanket) I get dressed now, please. I go to school with mano (brother).
Me: Are you sure you can go to school with mano (brother)?
Hank: I work all day at my school. No playing.
Me: Do you think you could spend the whole day being very quiet and sitting very, very still?
Molly: (without hesitation pulling the blanket back over herself) No.
Hank: Then you better go to your Ama’s (nanny’s) house today.
Me: Thank you for being Molly’s best big brother, Hank. I don’t know of another ten year old who would be so sweet after being awoken at 5am. Most other siblings would have yowled for their mother.
Hank: I don’t mind. I used to wake up at night when I was her age and I’d be so scared and too afraid to call for you. I am happy she has me. I like helping my mana (sister). She’s too sweet to be annoying.
Me: Just remember that when you’re thirteen and she is six.
Hank: Oh, that is my dream. Then I can go and get her from school and we can go to the café and I will buy her a cake and we’ll talk about our day, then we will walk home together.
Me: (shaking my head in grateful disbelief) See, this is why I don’t play the lottery; I’ve already won!
Molly: I firsty, mama.
Me: One chocolate milk, one coffee and one decaf coffee coming right up!
Hank: Okay, I will go get ready now, but Mama, can I have a chocolate milk today?
Me: Claro (of course).
Hank: (wilting into a snuggle pile with his sister on the sofa) Today, I want to be just like my mana (sister).
Molly: (wrapping around her big brother) I love you, mano (brother).
Hank: I love you, mana (sister).