Anyone?

2 things you should know about Michael for this story. 

#1- Michael does not like to be alone.  He panics if he is on a level of the house without anyone else.  Unless the Kindle is on...in which case half the house could be carried away on flow of lava and he wouldn't notice.  But NORMALLY, he is frantic to be with other people. 

#2-Michael wakes up early on most days.  He has learned to wait until the clock says 6 to come out.  Well...most days.  Last Saturday he came into our room at 5:54 and asked, "Mom?  Can I come into your bed?  My clock won't turn to 6."  So, usually when he gets out of his room, he comes straight into our room.  Unless there is a light on downstairs, in which he will go find out who else is already awake. 

But it is getting light out earlier, and this is throwing the poor boy for a loop.  On Sunday, Jeff and I were lounging in bed after a night out partying.  I'm serious.  Anyway, it was already 6:15, and we heard Michael's door open for the first time.  He went immediately downstairs (I'm assuming because the sun was up and lighting the kitchen).  We then hear his little voice...

"Anyone?"

"Anyone?"

(with increasing panic in his voice) "ANYONE?"

I stumbled downstairs to find him frozen in the hallway, freaking out because he just realized no one else was awake yet and he was downstairs...alone!