Coincidence? I think Not.

Most mornings the girls are up early--8 am would be considered sleeping in. And they're not shy about letting the grownups know that they're up and about. Even when they aren't jumping up and down beside the bed claiming imminent death by starvation, they are hardly discrete about their wakefullness. The loud "whispered" conversations about whether or not they should forage in the cupboards (a big no), the "accidental" blaring of Hilary Duff as they try to find an acceptable volume on the CD player, the "I'm tellings" threatened as wars erupt over the coveted marker colours...all are tip offs that they are up and ready for what the day has to offer them.

Except, oddly enough, on Sundays. On Sunday mornings, the house is deathly still. Not a peep is heard from the children who are usually so exuberant in their desire to greet the day. In fact, when a bleary-eyed grownup finally stumbles out of bed around 9ish, marvelling at the late hour, she might be fooled by the utter silence into believing that the little angels remain safely tucked away in their beds, visions of sugarplums dancing in their heads.

A quick check, however, will reveal that this is not, in fact, the cause for the eerie, unusual silence. The bedclothes are rumpled, to be sure, but there is no sign of blissfully slumbering bodies wrapped inside them. Reconnaissance of the livingroom reveals none of the chaos and debris normally associated with the early morning wakeup call. The kitchen is similarly untouched, leaving only one option.

There they are, quiet as churchmice as they sit in the rec room, the volume on the television set turned so low as to be nearly inaudible. Three innocent faces turn around and greet the interloper, "Oh. You're up. We thought it would be nice to let you sleep in this morning."

How very generous of them, no? And how very, very disappointed they are going to be when they find out that there's another Mass at 11 am.

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A delight to read and just smile.thank you