Friday nights I host an art party at the studio. We call it Midnight at Oasis.  Not only do a bunch of artists gather to art and snack, but we do a quick interview at midnight.  There will be another post about that. I tell you that so that you can see why it was 3 am when I got home from the studio this morning.  I set my alarm for 9.  My wife comes in at 8:30 and asks if I am going to breakfast with the little girl.  I quietly tell her that the alarm is set for 9.  Boy2 climbs up on the bed and snuggles down under the covers with me, saying, “hide hide”.  They play a round of peek-a-boo (he really is the WORST hider ever), while Girl2 snuggles under the covers behind me and reminds me it’s Daddy/Daughter Breakfast Day.  As if I would EVER forget that.  She sits on the edge of the bed and asks me if I’m ready to get up.  I quietly tell her that I will get up when the alarm goes off at 9. “Dad?”, she says, “Daddy, it’s 8:56… 8:57… Daddy, it’s 8:58… 8:59…” When the alarm goes off she starts giggling and tells me that it is OK for me to get up now.  Of course it is.  I wouldn’t miss this for the world.