My nose wakes up before I do.
It says: morning. It says: eggs. It says: the truck, which means Noelle’s, which means the yard.
I sigh the big sigh and get up in two halves, the front half and then the back half.
At Noelle’s there is a rule before everything.
Before the truck door opens: sit.
Before the gate opens: sit.
Before Lauren can hug me: sit. Lauren has to wait too, which she says is not fair, and I agree.
I am good at sitting. Sitting is mostly lying down with your head up.
But I do not know what it is for.
Lauren does not know either. She asks Robert.
“What is it for?”
Robert says, “It’s the rule, Lou.”
That is not what it is for. That is just what it is.
A QUESTION TO TAKE INTO YOUR DAY
“What is one rule at our house, and what is it for?”
From the book's “Read it together” prompts.