This morning, I awoke to find Brennnon in the kitchen making french toast. He has been looking forward to saturday morning all week because of the said french toast. We even got that thick bread that's really good for french toast.
Now when I wake up, I spend about an hour actually waking up because I am NOT a morning person. I'm grouchy and unproductive. When Brennon wakes up, he starts singing, dancing and in this mornings' case, doing that to a Backstreet Boys song.
B: Now throw your hands up in the ai-ar!(actually throwing his hands in the air)
D: What the...
B: Wave um around like ya just don't care-a!(actually throwing them around)
D: Shut up.
B: Backstreets back, ALRIGHT!(doing a dance move that no one should see)
D: I'm going back to bed.
He was also wearing an apron which made the whole thing even more entertaining.
Its good that he's a morning person or we would never get anything done on a Saturday. If I had my way, we would lay in bed all day.