Every morning, during the school year, I'd wake the girls and get them all ready for school. Just before we had to leave I'd wake up the boys. Bear would still be so tired he would lay his head on my shoulder and hug me as we'd walk upstairs. I would call this hug my morning cup of Jo, because we call Bear, JoJo Bear.
Well, now that it's summer and I don't have to wake him up and carrying him upstairs anymore, I don't get my morning cup of Jo. So I've had to reinvent my methods of attaining my crucial cup of Jo. I chase him around the house tickling him and yelling, "Give me my cup of Jo." He squeals and runs from me.
OK, so it's not so much of a method as it is blackmail, but it works for me.
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