Summertime

As each leaf falls and we edge closer to late fall than early fall, I am greeted each morning to, "Summertime!  Summertime!"
This confused me for several mornings, until I realized that a certain young lady thinks that summertime actually means 'morning time.'  I have no idea where she made the connection, but even as the weather cools, the trees lose their leaves and she is no longer allowed to wear sleeveless play dresses, I have yet to convince Sofia that summertime actually does not equal morning.
Usually, I am excited for summer's arrival, in this case, I wish I could delay it a bit.  She sure does get up early.