I was woken up this morning at 5:21 AM by my one-year-old happily pushing up and down on my head. He was also saying "Fwowah."

"Fwowah. Fwowah!"

As you might have guessed, I am not a flower.

Nor am I a "fwowah."

I am, however, a tired man named "Dada."

So, here's a little advice to you all: if you're going to wake somebody up, and your chosen method is "head pushing"-- you might want to learn the sleeper's name as a courtesy.

No matter how cute you are, you're way less cute at 5:21.

Just a little tip from your old pal, Fwowah.