I’m a happy guy, like 90% of the time.
See what I mean?
The other 10% of the time, I just woke up, and it’s either 7 am and I want to sleep more, or it’s 3 am and I want cookies/apple cake/donuts/cheese and Mama won’t let me have them.
Then it plays out kinda like this:
Okay, maybe 80% of the time, because things escalate quickly when I can’t open a bag or my water bottle or Bert takes up too much of the tooth-brushing stool.
Are you a morning person?
p.s. I turned 3. I’m gonna do an interview and share it soon. Stay tuned.