One of my favorite things when my daughter would come home from college was to make her breakfast, though most times I’d have to wait until late morning for her to wake. Now married and in the workforce, she stayed over our house recently and told me she’d be gone before I woke the next morning.
“What time are you getting up?” I asked.
“Five o’clock? Is this the same young woman who used to sleep until noon when she lived at home?”