“Alexa,” Mommis yells. “Turn the lights on.” I don’t know who Alexa is, because the only other people in the room are us, but whoever she is she does turn the lights on, and that startles us awake. I don’t know why Mommis persists in waking up so early.
I think that’s why Bruce doesn’t go with us. Sammy, of course, is just Mommis’s little shill and will go anywhere. I go, but often with a deep sigh, wishing she’d wait a little later.
It’s always good once we get out there, though. I love the park.