Morning breath

When Oliver wakes up in the morning he usually comes into bed with us for a little while. Sometimes he drifts off to sleep, other times he pelts Kate with things from the nightstand while she tries to keep sleeping.

Yesterday morning he fell back to sleep. Kate and I both managed to slip out of bed to get the morning started. After a while I heard him squirming around in our bedroom. When I came in to greet him, he was sitting in the middle of the bed with a grumpy look on his face.

"What's up, bud?"
(pointing to one of our pillows) "That purple pillow has stinky breath."

I took that as a cue to change the sheets. I remember being a kid and being oversensitive to big people morning breath. They just don't realize how much more morning breath a big mouth generates. I wondered how my dad's breath could consistently smell like an old leaf pile first thing in the morning. Now the tables have turned.