"Good morning, guys. Hey, sleepyheads... good morning to you."
I whisper to them as I wake them, and I raise the blinds an inch to gently let the sunshine in.
"Hey. Hey, you two. Handsome ones. Good morning. It's Thursday. That's an important day. Time to wake up."
They rub their eyes, thinking, yawning, stretching.
"Today you have preschool, then lunch, then swimming, then soccer. And that is a big day."
Tucker bolted upright on his top bunk.
"Soccer? Today is soccer?! I'm late for soccer! I'm late!" Instantly, he began climbing down the ladder, ready to put on his jersey and head out the door. The boy loves soccer.
"No, kiddo, you're not late. It's not a game day. You have practice tonight."
Tyler furrowed his brow and groaned. "Soccer practice? We have to start that all over again?"
Two different mindsets.
I'm pretty sure I'm raising an athlete and an artist.