The tradition in the Free-Ride family (passed down from my family) is that, on Christmas morning, no one gets to start opening presents until everyone is awake and ready to start opening presents. It doesn’t matter how early the kids are awake. Until the last sleepy parent is ready, you just have to wait.
Santa does leave filled stockings on the foot of each bed, so there’s something to keep you occupied, but that only keeps you satisfied for so long.
The fact that we are visiting the grandparents-who-lurk-but-seldom-comment introduces an interesting complication to the power struggle between sleepy parents and impatient children.
The Free-Ride offspring are staying with the grandparents-who-lurk-but-seldom-comment and their cat in their house. The sleepy parents (I and my better half) are staying in the cabana in the back yard, since I have a cat allergy. This arrangement affords protection not only from allergens but also from noisy-children sounds.
My better half and I awoke at about 8 AM and decided that the offspring were probably jumping out of their skin with impatience. We trundled across the yard to the “big house”, let ourselves in, and were stunned by the utter silence.
Where was everyone?
We looked for signs of life in the kids’ room. On the floor, we found this:
One wonders whether the hyperbole would be as effective in scientific notation.