5:30am. My Dad hears noises from the living room. He gets up to investigate.
Will has climbed out of bed and come downstairs. He is lying on the sofa, propped up with pillows behind his shoulders. His Navy ballcap is on his head, cocked sideways. He has “Traditional Home” magazine open and resting on his stomache. In a quiet voice, he talks to himself while perusing the pages.
My Dad says, “Will, it’s 5:30 in the morning. What are you doing?”
Barely looking up, my 2-year old answers, “I’m reading.”
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