I tell stories about my kids all the time, and I thought it would be a nice thing to share a short story about me growing up.
I am the youngest child in my family by many many years-- I do not recall living with my siblings.
When I was little (and even now) I did not sleep a lot. It made my parents batty. I would refuse to go to bed, just stay in bed singing, talking, driving my parents nuts....and then before the sun was up I would get up. Ready to great the day. One story is my mom and dad told me to go back to bed because it was not light out yet. I turned on the light and said "it's light now!!!". They groaned. Yes. I was always that obnoxious. My poor parents have had a lot too put up with. I am so thankful that they did- and managed to not kill me despite the temptation.