I wake up with a jolt at 5:58 AM. My eyes are foggy, my throat is dry. I quickly throw throw on a plain white T and sweatpants. I head downstairs, close my eyes, slowly open the door. We make eye contact. I’m twitching my hand. Our eyes are locked, both waiting for each other to make their move. I stand strong, holding my ground. My opponent holds tight, not moving a muscle, not giving away his position. The tension is building. This goes on for several tense seconds, neither of us willing to break. You see, our family rule is that our (almost) two-year old does not get up for the day before 6 AM. If it was 5:50[…]