“More Coffee Dadda?”

Thunder woke the house up at 4am. The following transcript is a semi-accurate representation Saturday morning… more specifically the sick day Saturday morning… 
Jackson (from his room): “dad…. daaaaad….. dadda…. daaaaaaaaaaaaaaad…. dad, dad, dad…”

Seven seconds later… 

Jackson (from his room): “dad…. daaaaad….. dadda…. daaaaaaaaaaaaaaad…. dad, dad, dad…”

Enter both dogs who are now barking and scratching at the door.

Jackson (from his room): “No Didi-Da!” (Jackson’s name for Buster)

More barking is heard

Jackson (from his room): “No Da!” (Jackson’s name for Max)

Seven seconds later… 
Jackson (from his room): “dad…. daaaaad….. dadda…. daaaaaaaaaaaaaaad…. dad, dad, dad…”

Enter Dad into Jackson’s room as both dogs are now scratching at the front door. 

Jackson: “Dad… Up”

Dad (with visions of sleep still dancing in his head): “Yes, Dad is up… are you surprised? You’ve been telling my name for ten minutes.”

Enter Dad and Jackson in family room as both dogs are now peeing on the floor in the kitchen. Jackson begins coughing up a lung and then proceeds to cry non-stop until he is completely dehydrated. 

Dad (after realizing there is no more children’s fever reducer in the house): “Jackson, where is the Tylenol? Here buddy drink some Gatorade it will help.”

As Dad attempts to get Gatorade into child coughs so hard that he actual throws up on himself. 

Jackson (opening front door and begins yelling): “Purple-on” (child’s way of letting the neighborhood know he wants the Christmas lights on).

As the screen door closes… zoom out on the exterior of the house with Jackson waving at the neighbors evergreen tree that decorated with lights and is lit up since it is still dark outside… in the background you can barely make out dad. It looks as if he is pulling his hair out as he awaits his coffee to finish brewing as it is yet to even hit 5am. 

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