At 6 am, you can smell bread being toasted and coffee brewed. It's the first day of Jake's summer vacation and, exhausted from the first round of finals he's ever written, he's curled up in bed sound asleep.
It's no secret that Hubs and I are jealous of this. Summer is wasted on the young, my friends. The kids that whine that they are bored and don't really truly appreciate the bliss of having whole stretches of days ahead of you with nothing important to do just don't realize how wonderful that really is.
Hubs and I are still working.
"Do you think I should wake him up?" Hubs whispers right outside Jake's door.
"What? Are you kidding?"
"Ah come on, it could be fun. Just imagine going in there and bouncing on his bed, telling him that actually Jake, you need to go to school just ONE MORE DAY." Hubs grins slyly, relishing the thought.
"No. You can't do that." Adamantly, I shake my head in disagreement.
"Aw, why not?" Hubs pouts. He's disappointed, but he really doesn't understand the implications of following through with his evil plan. He reaches for the doorknob, but I slap his hands away.
"Because then in a few weeks I'm on vacation too. You work all summer, but I'm here for two whole months with the boy on a daily basis. He'll wait until I forget about it, and when I'm least expecting it, he'll get revenge. That will be when I wake up to being squirted with cold water, or he'll put plastic wrap on the toilet seat, or fix the sprinklers so I get soaked. NO. You are NOT ALLOWED. "
Maybe at least save it for when we're closer to the END of summer vacation.