Submission

I'm no longer asleep, and I know I have been in bed too long, but I keep my eyes closed and my ears peeled. The head of my bed is under a window and sunlight is peeking around the curtains as I hear action in the kitchen. Someone is looking for doughnuts.

In past weekends I have arranged my pillows to appear as though I am still in bed, then hid behind the closet door, but this time I continue to feign sleep when I hear whispering outside my door.

The handle slowly turns, making no sound. They have practiced this dozens of times and have their technique honed to a fine point, rivaling any SWAT team in the nation. Once the door starts to open, it is thrown wide, my 11 year old son bursting through the doorway to pounce on my feet, straddling and pinning them to the bed.

Then a 6 year old girl launches herself onto one of my arms as they both start tickling, targeting my most sensitive areas; my feet and my arm pits.

"We want doughnuts!" is their demand.

Which is fine, because I do, too.