Iggy didn’t want to get out of bed this morning.

His alarm kept ringing. He’d hit the snooze, then fall still again.

I got up and looked out into the back yard.

“Look, there’s Rachel Gooseberry and the babies!” I said. I’d spotted the little raccoons twining around their mother in the maple tree.

Allan was next to me in a flash. While he has seen Rachel, he has never seen her babies. The opportunity to see them for the first time was more powerful than any alarm clock.