"Is he awake yet?" Ivory whispered to her mother and tiptoed with her hands stretched back into the room like a ballerina.
"He's sleeping like a log. Do you think maybe we should turn on the lights?" Madeline hinted from her corner.
"No!" Ivory whispered-yelled and took careful steps to the right. They were in Henry's room.
Henry rubbed his eyes with the edge of his palms and turn to the left. Ivory and her mother exchanged glances, their feets rooted to their spots.
The boy turned to his right and slowly opened his eyes. He pulled down the sheet covering him and sat up. "Mommy!" he mumbled and a clumsy yawn escaped from his mouth.
"Now!" Ivory signalled to her mother and together they let out a joyous scream.
"Happy birthday Henry!"
Madeline was standing by the entrance. She immedi
