The 6:47s

(Photo on left: Shala Howell. Photo on right: Vis-Home.)
(Photo on left: Shala Howell. Photo on right: Vis-Home.)

After a hard day decluttering, Mommyo slumps at the dinner table and stares up at Daddyo with bleary eyes.

Daddyo, sympathetically: “My Daddyo intuition tells me that you have a case of the 6:47s and we need to get you up to bed stat.”

Mommyo’s head drops to the table in shame. Mommyo, whimpering: “But I wanted to stay up tonight.”

The Six-Year-Old, leaning over to Daddyo and whispering loudly in his ear: “Daddyo, I think you’d better carry her upstairs.”

Daddyo, brightly: “Cheer up, Mommyo. Last week it was the 5:47s. At this rate it will soon be ten or eleven before you need to go up.”

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