Aliens must have paid us a visit

It's inevitable, isn't it? The morning rush?

We have the little ones take their baths in the evening, before bedtime. But in the morning, getting Daredevil to brush his teeth is still a chore. He's 8 years old - c'mon now!

Einstein is the first to rise every morning. At 14, he's in charge of feeding Samson and letting him out - so he gets up at 7am. Not too bad for a teenager.

The Cheeky Bandit scooted his 3-year old heiney into bed with me about 6am - I've got no problem with that if it means I can sleep for just a wee bit longer. That's the problem with us night owls - always going to bed too late.

It was weird, though, when I heard Daredevil get up... I couldn't tell what he was into, but I heard Einstein gently guiding him on the morning rituals. "How sweet," I thought, for him to help his brother stay focused in getting ready for school.

A little later, I finally rose out of bed, and went to check on Daredevil. He is the toughest one to get ready, and I was mentally reminding myself to stay calm and just get him to eat breakfast.

Of course, there he was in the playroom. Playing video games at 7:30am.

*deep breath* Here we go.

But before I could say anything, he greets me, all jolly and everything. "Hi Mom!"

Then he processed the look on my face, and kept talking, I think to keep ME from talking.

Gesturing to his already dressed self, "See - look! I'm already dressed, Mom. I ate breakfast, and brushed my teeth - and I'm already ready for school."

Huh? This NEVER happens in the monster house.

"Oh." Still waking up. "Did you brush your teeth?" See, I told you.

lol - he let me inspect his teeth, and sure enough - all nice and minty fresh.

"What'd you eat?" I asked.

"Eggos and grapes. And some milk."

HOLY CROW. Am I in the right house?!