Sunday morning with Ian

When Sarah has a rare weekend off, and we have no plans, I try to let her sleep in. When she sleeps in it's almost a given Logan will sleep in too. Ian wakes me up at 7am no matter what. It's always something silly, but he just doesn't like to be alone. He doesn't talk a whole lot once I'm up. He just likes to know someone is there, just in case. Most of his time is spent drawing or writing. This morning he wanted to cook. Me not being awake tried to explain to him that being half asleep and playing with fire wasn't a good idea. I go to brush my teeth and when I come back he's happily sitting on the floor eating a microwaved cheese quesadilla. He was so happy he "cooked" it on his own lol He then looked at me and said "I stink Dad, can I take a shower?" I laughed and said "Sure" How is it my right to keep him from smelling good. I'm not my mother. As soon as the shower is over he'll help me make eggs for the rest of the family and re-heat the lemon scones Sarah made last night. Then it's a fun day of finishing fixing the truck and cleaning the office. He says he wants to help, what he usually does is run off with the tools or make 50 copies of his latest drawing. Sometimes life is hard, today, right this moment anyway, things seem pretty okay...