“Good morning Pomi!”
“Did you sleep well?”
“The rain banging on the roof did not wake you up?”
Pomi jumped out of the cradle and headed towards the window.
“Just a minute young man. Come back here and get dressed first.”
Hurriedly Pomi slipped into his pants and put on his shirt, shooting me a reproachful look.
“Put your shoes on or ….”
But before I could finish my sentence Pomi had already climbed a chair, arranged two balls of yarn on the backrest and standing on them he was peeking outside into the grey morning.