Every day, at some ungodly hour, this is what I see. It's hard to be angry at such jubilation, even if it isn't really all that welcome at 5 AM. He's chatty and inquisitive at that time of day. Our moods don't exactly match. Once in a blue moon, I do manage to get him to go back to sleep. And then, I drift off to the sweet sound of a binky being quietly sucked next to me.