My Wake-Up Call

I hear her little feet pattering down the hallway in my half-sleep.

"Mommy?", she whispers.

"Yes. What? I'm awake." I say, still a little foggy.

"Mommy?", still whispering.

"Yes, Flynn."

"I peed in my bajamas."

"You what?"

"I. Peed. In my bajamas."

"Well, go to the bathroom. Let me get my glasses on and I'll be there in a minute."

"OK. It's morning time. It snowed. Good morning."

"Yeah, good morning."