It was early in the morning, the kind of peaceful quiet where the sun had barely started to peek through the curtains. Dad was still fast asleep, wrapped up in his blanket, enjoying his rare moment of rest. But for little Lala, patience was never her strong suit—especially when she had playtime on her mind.
At first, Lala tried the subtle approach. She tiptoed onto the bed, her tiny paws carefully stepping around Dad’s side. She sat by his pillow, staring at him with her wide curious eyes, willing him to wake up. When that didn’t work, she gave his hair a gentle tug, just enough to see if he’d stir. Still nothing.
That’s when her mischievous plan began to take shape. Lala hopped off the bed and darted into the living room. She found her squeakiest toy—one she knew Dad couldn’t ignore. With a determined grin, she raced back and plopped it right next to his ear. Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!
Dad groaned and rolled over, pulling the blanket tighter. But Lala wasn’t giving up. She pranced across his chest like a little drumroll, her tail wagging furiously. Then, with her sweetest face, she gave him a soft lick on the cheek.
Finally, Dad cracked one eye open. “Lala… it’s too early,” he mumbled. But before he could even finish, she bounded off the bed, dashing toward the hallway and looking back expectantly. Her playful invitation was clear: Come chase me!
Despite his sleepiness, Dad couldn’t resist her charm. With a chuckle, he sat up, rubbing his eyes. “Alright, you win.” Lala barked happily, bouncing in circles like she’d just pulled off the cleverest trick in the world.
Her plan had worked perfectly—Dad was awake, and playtime had officially begun.
That morning, the house filled with laughter, squeaky toys, and the pitter-patter of little paws. Lala’s mischievous plan may have cost Dad a few more minutes of sleep, but in exchange, it gifted them both the joy of another unforgettable playtime together.
