a.m.

Thud.  Monkey gets out of his mini-loft bed.
Click. Bang. Click. Monkey carefully opens his door and closes it again behind him. He has not yet figured out how to do it quietly.
Muffled tromp tromp tromp. He goes into the bathroom.
Whsssshhhhhhhhh. Water hitting water.
Clunk. He bounces the lid of the toilet off the cistern, or the seat off the lid.
Clunk. Clunk-clunk.
Long period of silence while he stares into space, probably having a super-hero battle in his head. Possibly using his fingers to illustrate it.
Chhhhhhh. Water into basin.
Long period of silence while he washes his hands ritualistically and with many stops to stare into space. Click. Bang. Click. He opens the bathroom door, closes it behind him.
Excited tromp tromp. Moving towards me, not away from me. Bad sign.

"Mummy!"
"Yes."
"Mummy, I just have to tell you something really amazing!"
"Really."
"I just heard a train whistle!"
"Amazing."

What's amazing is that this doesn't rouse Mabel enough to make her decide it's time to get up. Also that he goes away again.

Tromp tromp decrescendo.
Click bang click. Opens his bedroom door and closes it carefully, but not quietly, behind him.
Rrrrrr. Rumble of top drawer opening smoothly but not silently. Selection of underwear and socks.
Rrrrr. Bump. Rumble of top drawer rolling to a close.
Repeat for t-shirt drawer and trouser drawer.
Long period of silence while he gets dressed, stares into space.
Click, bang, click.

"Boo, Daddy! Can I watch Avengers now?"

Mabel decides it's time to get up too. She scrambles across me, all elbows and knees in my soft parts, eager to see her brother and start the day.
"Wait for me!"

I roll over and go back to sleep until the decibels rise again.