This morning it was my turn to sleep in — Sonja was up with the kids. At around 8, Sage opened the door to our bedroom, and the following exchange took place:
Sage: "Hi Daddy. Fiw fweeping?"
Eric: "Yeah honey, I'm still sleeping."
Sage: "Okay. I coze."
And then she closed the door. This seemed like a breakthrough — not because Sage was taking part in a complex conversation but because she was being courteous. (Most Saturday mornings begin with her bouncing on top of me and shouting "Daddy UP! Daddy UP!")
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