dividedly Friday nights I host an art party at the studio. We call it Midnight at Oasis. Â Not only do a bunch of artists gather to art and snack, but we do a quick interview at midnight. Â 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. Â I set my alarm for 9. Â My wife comes in at 8:30 and asks if I am going to breakfast with the little girl. Â I quietly tell her that the alarm is set for 9. Â Boy2 climbs up on the bed and snuggles down under the covers with me, saying, “hide hide”. Â 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. Â As if I would EVER forget that. Â She sits on the edge of the bed and asks me if I’m ready to get up. Â 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. Â Of course it is. Â I wouldn’t miss this for the world.