Sunday morning, and I jerk awake thinking Lawsy it’s hot for six a.m.! Look at the clock, and it’s 9:30. Sun is shining through the windows, the house is empty and a note is waiting on the kitchen counter: We’re at IHOP! We might go to the Science Center after! We’ll be home by noon! The coffee is made, the Sunday paper untouched, and the Big Guy has just won my heart again.