Trae sits up in bed, rubs his eyes...then scrambles to the edge and hops off. He runs out into the main area of the house.
Trae: Momma...? Daddy go...?
Me: Daddy's working.
Trae: No, Momma....noooo.
Trae: Eh-yit go?
Me: Elliot went to school.
Trae: Noooo, Mom.
Trae: Brooking go?
Me: Brookelyn's at Grandma's.
Trae: No. Mom. Brooking, no gamma's HOUSE!!
Then he notices his baby brother smiling from under the covers...
Trae: Aww, Ah-cha....HI, bebe...hi...
So it goes every morning, except most times Brookelyn's home and she gets him his sippy cup of milk when she's here. Same thing every day....and I love it.