Loving Aaron

I love him. I really do.

But at 6:30 in the morning, when I am trying to work on my story AND post an online quiz for my students, I don't want to hear about Angry Birds.

Nor do I want to listen to the details of Temple Run, or Subway Surfer, or any other game that the kids have uploaded to the tablet.

In fact, the only thing I'd like to hear this early on a Saturday morning is the sounds of his breathing as he sleeps soundly. 

When pigs fly, as they say.

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