How can I keep from singing?*

This morning I woke up at 5:10 AM. Zero five ten. O dark thirty. No alarm blaring me awake. No dog barking me awake. No snores buzzsawing me awake. This morning I woke up to the sound of Boy singing, not at the top of his lungs, but easily heard on the floor above. He was up early to help with a blood drive and he was singing. Not sniping, "Don't talk to me." Not oversleeping. Not stomping up stairs and slamming doors in adolescent oblivion.

Singing.

I could not be grouchy about it, even when I had not intended to get up for another two hours. It reminded me of my own teen-aged years and Dad cheerfully proclaiming, "Good morning, Sunshine!" (My reply was not always equally cheerful.)

How Can I Keep From Singing is one of my favorite songs. The title says it all.