Chapter 1457 – Early Morning Wake-up Call

“Daddddd!” Alvin shouts the next morning, bursting in through the door to our bedroom banging a toy drum as hard as he can. “Come on! It’s time for our concert!” Ian comes marching behind him, playing the kazoo as loud as his little boy lungs will let him, and I follow up the rear, banging two plastic cups together and keeping time to my sons’ miniature marching band. The cups aren’t an ideal instrument – but they’re the best I could find in my sons’ room on short notice.