A couple of years ago, on a trip to A Store That Sells Things That I Don't Really Need But Buy Anyway, otherwise called Ikea, we bought some alarm clocks.
No ordinary alarm clocks, these. These are recordable alarm clocks. You can say whatever you want, set the time and boom! you will hear it again the next morning. It's a cute concept and apparently, we liked them at the time because we bought multiples. We only have two left, not sure exactly where the others ended up.
I can't remember what we used to say to wake us up before TJ. Probably something optimistic and cheerful. "Time to start your day," in a gentle voice seems to ring a bell.
Now it's one of TJ's hobbies, talking into the alarm clock. He'll come upstairs in the morning, climb into bed, completely ignore my request for a morning hug and kiss, grab the alarm clock and start with something nice like "Wake up Mama and Daddy." It's cute, really, when it's something like that.
He gets more and more wound up as he progresses, and by about the 10th time, it's basically just a primal scream that we wake up to the next morning.
It's the cutest primal scream you ever did hear, but still.