Sunday Morning
It is Sunday morning. You are a sleepyhead today because you were up until dawn playing video games. I let you sleep in, but at noon, I wake you. You are still sleepy. I try everything that I can think to get you out of bed. I suggest that we have a picnic, but you complain that it is too hot. Get up right now, and you can have a backyard pool party today. You complain that all your friends are busy today. I try to lure you out of bed with your favorite chocolate chip pancakes. You are more sleepy than hungry. You get nasty and yell at me to leave you alone.
Where is my sweet boy? You are Mr. Cranky Pants this morning.
I open up the curtains, and the sunlight pours into our room. You say that I look like an angel standing there. Well, maybe not an angel exactly because, with that light behind me, you notice I am not wearing any panties. You begin to smile. You put your hand on your stiff package. I see your hand moving under your blanket. Mommy Morgan to the rescue. I take care of you in every loving way that a man needs to get his day started. Everyone needs a helping hand, some kind words of encouragement, and a reminder that you are special and loved.
Love you,
Mommy Morgan
Written By: Mommy Morgan
