Getting Andrew out of bed: a photo adventure
Here is Andrew, sound asleep:
Andrew: “You’re joking, right? (groan) Please, somebody tell me she’s joking . . . “
Mummy: "Come on boys, up and at 'em, jolly hockey sticks and all that!"
Andrew: “How about if I sit like this? You see, I really am going to get up . . . just as soon as you walk out that door and give a man a little privacy.” (Thinks: “Just as soon as she’s out that door, I am going STRAIGHT back to bed!”)
Poor Andrew – his mum is wise to his tricks! “Andrew, let me see you with BOTH LEGS over the edge of the bed . . . BOTH FEET on the floor” (this seems to be the magical point of no return: if I get him this far, he has never yet retreated under the covers.)
Another day, successfully greeted!