Our son has an interesting new affectation. He has long loved the word “up,” but he has only recently realized that “up” can mean that one of his moms gets up from a sitting or lying position and can thus be an order. For the past few days, this has meant that when we are sitting around with him on our laps, he will sometimes pull up on our clothes while saying “Up” quite sternly in an attempt to get us to stand up with him. It has been fairly amusing but harmless. He usually just wants to dance.
Imagine my surprise, though, when at 6:15 this morning, my son, apparently wide awake and bored of my sleeping, grabbed my shirt, jerked upward, and shouted “UUUUUUUUUP! UUUUUUUUUUUUUP!” He did this every few minutes until 6:45 came around and I finally relented.