Exercise at 7 a.m.

At 7 a.m. this morning my three-year-old son asked me to dance. "Right now?" I replied. "I havn't had my coffee." A jolt of caffeine does wonders for a sleepy mom who is up throughout the night with a teething 8-month-old. I wanted to say, "Do we have to?" But how often does a handsome young man take your hand, look deeply into your eyes as if you are the most beautiful creature in the world and, despite your spicy morning breath, say, "lets dance." And, so I did. I knelt down, picked him up, twirled him in circles and danced. I couldn't think of a better way to start my day. Now, where is my coffee?