The boys are allowed to come into our bedroom in the morning for a snuggle, if they want. It's kind of a little boy thing, although Wyatt will occasionally come sit on the foot of the bed if he wants to talk about something.
Gunnar comes almost every morning. He wiggles down under the covers and is like a little furnace. He'll lay (lie?) there quietly for a few moments, and then he'll say something. The first thing out of his mouth in the morning could be anything. I love this about little boys.
These are actual "first words" of the morning:
Mom, want to hear three amazing things about the octopus?
Mom, where do potatoes grow?
Mom, mornings are the bestest times! (Me, feeling all warm and cozy, thinking this boy is referring to the snuggle time, but no... he continues...) Because I get to have Grape-Nuts, milk, and brown sugar! I love Grape-Nuts, milk, and brown sugar!
Mom! Veggie Tales are all food! Talkin' food! (Yes, well, hence the name.)
Mom, do you know how flies taste? (Fear and disgust fill my mind.) With their feet!