I'd like to tell you two short stories. This first one begins at 7:06am and it features a mommy who is sleeping comfortably. Light is shining through her window, she has a pillow over her ears and down the hall, two little kids have just woken up. One of those kids is giggling, while jumping on the bunk bed and another is opening and closing drawers, while pulling all sorts of clothes out. He's trying to decide which outfit would most help him resemble Luke Skywalker and clothes are flying everywhere in the process.