Here's some "harvest" inspiration from Lille McFerrin's Five Sentence Fiction. I'm attempting some freestyle poetry...or somethin'. I'm calling it the Harvest of Parenthood.
Up at six: no, you're not watching a movie; yes, I'll get you some céréale.
Out at nine: do hold my hand when we cross the street; don't throw library books; do share with Cléa; don't scream.
Back at twelve: go pee-pee; go to the table; go dodo.
Up at three: let's do a game; let's go to the park; let's play in the sandbox; let's wait for papa.
Out at nine: thank you, God, amen; bisous, Mama, I love you.