Early morning boy-tude

Hilarious ‘tude before 6:30am…

Oliver and I are snuggling on the couch while he drinks his milk and I try to catch a few more Zz’s. All of a sudden, I feel his little hand push my head, pretty forcefully, and he says “move head.”

Jack came downstairs fully dressed as a plainsclothes cop (I didn’t know this at the time), and I gave him a big hug. He said “watch the handcuffs.”