It's 6:30 am. Outside, the dark sky is taking on the hushed and smoky light of early dawn. Inside, the house is quiet and dark. Until an alarm goes off. Only it's not an actual alarm; it's the little voices of two boys standing next to my bed, bare feet on cold hardwoods. Crazy morning hair is standing up and sticking out in all directions (they both NEED a haircut), Everett is half-dressed (it's his thing lately) aaaaand they both have something brown smudged across their faces.