Anna At Seven a.m.

Once upon a time, a little eight year old boy walked up to her sister with a mischievous grin on his face. He loved her sister, and also loved her curly hair, which, I will add, messed up a lot during her sleep every night. All her family made jokes and teased her about it, and the said little boy was not to be left behind.

"Look, Anna! This is you at seven in the morning!"

Nothing else has to be said. That is enough. I will now proceed to hide under my pillow. [sigh]