My husband was right.
The girls went to bed at 11:30 p.m. last night. (They share a room and can often be found “having picnics” or “going camping” after lights out.) Since it was so late when they laid down their little heads, I figured they’d sleep until at least 9 a.m.
My husband said, “They’ll probably be up at 7.”
Not to be outdone, Natalina pounded up the stairs at 6:38 a.m. I tried to put her back to bed, but I knew it was an exercise in futility.