You know you're unlucky....

.... when the ONE day that you (and Ben, for that matter) can sleep in.... is ruined by a 6 year old who loudly opens your door and then forcibly closes it not once, not twice but three times (obviously, waking Ben up) asking you in the loudest whisper known to man,

"Mom, how do you spell 'republic?'"

Seriously... seriously... kid?

UGH.

Happy Friday.