If I thought 9 was early...

This morning Rowan's little friend Paul, who is 3, came to ring our doorbell at 7:45am. Yeah, that is much worse than 9. Alex answered the door, and I'm not sure what was said, but Paul hasn't been back this morning to see if Rowan could play. Yesterday he came over at 8:15, and the day before that it was 8:30. He's getting earlier and earlier! I swear, if he comes over earlier than 7:45 tomorrow, I'll teach him a couple of choice English words to tell his parents.