Addison woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I just had a sneaky feeling that we were in trouble when he woke up an hour earlier than usual. Even though he had a bright smile on his face, I could see that look: mom, I’m going to be crabby, cry, scream, smack you, the nanny, my sister, and spit out my food. This will begin in one hour and last until my nap ensues at 11 a.m. I guess that dispels the myth that Down Syndrome kids are “such happy people.” Being a two-year old over rules any extra chromosome, any day.