Mark loves our family, so he was thrilled. Not as thrilled as he would've been to watch T.V. all day while I worked at home, but still pretty excited.
Because I didn't have to take Mark to school or drive to work, I got to sleep in late, which was also a little bonus. But as I passed Mark's room, I was surprised to see he was still sleeping, too.
I stopped ever so briefly to smile at how sweet he looked asleep. I moved silently away from the door, and then heard him announce, "In case you're wondering if I'm still asleep, I'm not. I got up earlier, but Grandma sent me back to bed."
I poked my head back through the doorway. "She did?" I asked.
"Yup," he answered, crawling out of bed. He put on his slippers and slid past me with a gigantic sigh.
The whole scenario just struck me funny; I couldn't help giggling.
"You sent him back to bed?" I asked my mom.
She nodded. "It wasn't a punishment," she explained. "It's just cold and rainy, and he's got the day off. I thought he'd want to sleep in."
I watched him walk silently to the T.V. and grab the remote. Within seconds, cartoon voices filled the air.
And it was then I realized sleeping in is only a gift if you're an adult. For anybody under 10, it's complete torture because it separates you from the cartoons. In fact, it's more than tortuous, it's downright cruel.
Luckily, Mark's a tough kid and can survive the occasional bout of cruelty. Turns out the anti-dote to cartoon deprivation is quite simple; an hour and a half of uninterrupted viewing, in pajamas, all wrapped up tight in a warm blanket.
If only the rest of life's problems could be fixed so easily...
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