(Can you do this?)
On Saturday mornings, I aspire to sleep until at least 7:30 a.m. Today, James got up with crack-of-dawn Paulie who began his morning shout outs for juice around 5:30. I was trying to get back to sleep when I heard Caroline's distinctive shuffle coming down the hallway. She's been known to appear bedside in the middle of the night for any and all reasons, whether it's to sing "Old MacDonald had a Farm" at 1 a.m. or to ask if she can phone her friend Isabella at 2:30. One time, she woke me up at 4 a.m. to ask me why Vito doesn't like riding in the car. This morning, it was: "Mama, can you do this?" I opened my eyes and saw the hazy outline of her 'fro and her hands contorted into a strange shape. "Do what, sweetie," I asked. "Condor feet." I made condor feet with my hands and Caroline, satisfied for now, headed downstairs. I, however, was unable to get back to sleep.