Early Saturday mornings are always the most peaceful thing being a father. The faint glow of the morning light coming in through the windows, and since its Saturday you don't have to worry about getting ready for work, you just get to have your morning coffee and sit on the couch to watch the morning news broadcast. Chance, your 3-year-old son, luckily for you sleeps in today, normally you'd have to be getting him up and ready to bring to daycare so you can make it to work on time, but not today, today you get an hour or so of peace and quiet, time for yourself.

*Meanwhile down the hall in Chances bedroom, the little boy has begun to stir awake, slowly at first, he first wakes up and grabs his stuffed rabbit Bo-Bo to bring him closer to him which helps him back to sleep. Though this only lasts for about another 10 minutes or so until he suddenly finds himself back awake and this time for good. He slowly rolls over onto his tummy and then down off the edge of his bed, his feet landing on the floor with a gentle thud in the carpet. Chance is like his father and has never been one for wearing pants to bed though his cute little pajama shirt with a green cartoon Trex on the front is his one "pajama" item he's willing to wear and right now it slightly bunched up from Chance tossing and turning in his sleep and currently rests just above his belly button. His nighttime diaper droops between his legs from natural overnight use, nothing on him, not exactly a potty-training fail if he was asleep. *

Chance grabs Bo-Bo off of his bed holding him loosely in his hand by the ear as he shuffles out of his room, his feet feel heavy right now, so he drags them across the carpet, enjoying the scratching sensation which helps him wake up just a slight bit more. He shuffles down the hallway towards the living room where he sees the familiar figure of his father sitting on the couch and after rubbing his tired eyes slightly with balled up fists to help his eyes adjust and focus on his father's face, he decides right now what he needs is to cuddle up with somebody familiar.

Chance slowly shuffles up to you but doesn't even have the energy to crawl onto the couch, so he just falls against your knee where he leans against you with a tiny yawn, rubbing his eyes once more as he turns to look at what you're watching on the tv. The familiar sight of the morning news on the grainy box tv you guys have is comforting and he seems content to watch it for a while.