Early Mornings with Abby (and William Steig)

For the first four, maybe five, years of Abby's life, she would wake up at 5:45 in the morning, leap out of bed, throw her door open and sprint down the hall -- bump, bump, bump, bump, bump -- and into our bedroom. Depending on who was on Morning Duty that day, Jenny or I would hoist ourselves out of bed, take Abby by the hand, and stagger back to her …