All piled in a hotel room in Chicago for family thing tomorrow, and tucking in the girls on the fold-out couch.

My Wonderful Wife: “Girls, you are not allowed to wake me up tomorrow morning until it is totally light outside.”

Little Miss Thing, age 5: “What about Daddy?”

Me: “You can wake me up if it gets really bright… As in the Earth is falling into the Sun.”

LMT: “I hope that doesn’t happen tomorrow.”

My Oldest, age 13: “Well, it’s more likely than Daddy waking up on his own.”