Mondays are for sleeping, if you are Jake or Milo.
The boys were basking in a patch of sunlight as I drove up the driveway on my extended lunch hour.
|Can Old Man Jakers be any more cute as he sleeps?|
|Mom, you're lunch hour is my naptime. Hello?|
Sorry buddy, but you gotta get up.
|Milo's groggy face|
Feel better, Milo?
Jake didnt get up until we were halfway up the driveway.