Most week days start with me trying to wake up my five foot several inches taller than me teenager (who is at least two times stronger than me and nearly as tired). Once he stumbles to the shower, however; he livens up enough to speak coherently, find the downstairs sofa and a warm throw, and eat a bowl of cornflakes (the leftover milk goes to the ever begging dog). Then he makes his way pretty easily out the door. With headphones on; he heads for the elevator, rides to the bottom floor, and loads up in the waiting van. He takes a small van (called a "bread car" due to it's loaf-like shape) to and from school with several other kids/children ranging in ages from 6-13.
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