Guest blog: Whenever I need to wake up my daughter in the morning, all I have to do is crack open her blinds—maybe turn the lever oh, say, about one quarter of an inch, allowing the tiniest ray of sunshine to peek into her bedroom, and voila…she’s awake. And not just barely awake, but somehow wide awake. And I’ll be darned if she doesn’t look like she’s about to declare, “Carpe diem!” before proceeding to do ten push ups. Really, I’m not kidding. Her reaction is almost always immediate. Then there’s my son….
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