The other day I got up earlier than Billy. It does happen! It might be a rarity but it happens. Anyway, I tried to quietly open drawers to get my clothes but I can't help it if the hinges squeak and the metal handles clack when I let them go. I crept over to grab my cellphone (which fell), sunglasses (hidden under piles of stuff) and keys (which are ALWAYS noisy).
I turned and saw him doing the one-eyed peek from half under his pillow. So I smiled and said, "Oh hi, you're awake."
And he looked at me with that, no kidding Mrs. McNoisypants, look.
To which I replied, "I tried to be quiet while getting ready."
And he zinged me with "Yeah, that's not really working for you."
It was such a sarcastic comment, spoken with such affection. I couldn't help but laugh and be proud.