Can We Be More

"Time, Time, Time!" Mrs. Anderson called as she sat down beside her son, gently tapping his back. "It's 7 a.m. already, darling. Please wake up-you don't want to be late for school!" she urged. Time, however, was still fast asleep, ignoring her pleas.

A knock interrupted her efforts.

"Knock, knock."

"Who's that?" Mr. Anderson asked, peering at the door.

"It's me, Kornel," came the cheerful response.

"Okay, give me a minute," Mr. Anderson said as he walked over to open the door.

"Where's Time? Is he up and ready?" Kornel asked eagerly.

"You should know better," Mr. Anderson said with a laugh. "Your friend is still fast asleep. His mom has been trying to wake him up, but nothing seems to work."

Kornel smiled knowingly and followed Mr. Anderson to Time's room.

"Good morning, Ma," Kornel greeted Mrs. Anderson warmly.

"Good morning, dear," she replied, visibly delighted to see him. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, Ma. Thank you for asking," Kornel answered politely before walking over to the bed.

Climbing onto the bed, he wrapped his arms around Time and tickled him. Time stirred immediately, twisting around to see who had woken him. When he saw Kornel's grinning face, he smiled back sleepily, stretching his arms with a soft yawn. Kornel jumped off the bed and sat on a nearby chair, watching Time.

Time turned to his parents. "Good morning, Mom. Good morning, Dad."

Mr. and Mrs. Anderson exchanged a look of quiet amusement before replying in unison, "Good morning, baby boy. Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, I did," Time said with a shy smile before darting into the bathroom.