The top picture is my mother and my son.
The bottom picture is my husband and my daughter.
I'm somewhere in between. I'm definitely not a morning person - I'd much rather stay up late and sleep late. However, I don't think I quite reach purple minion status when I wake up. I can even be rather cheery sometimes. Until I enter K's room to wake her up in the morning and she growls at me. I've started copying her: if she growls, I growl back. If she whines, I whine back. If she pouts, I pout back. Let's just say this does NOT go over well.
On a side note, yesterday I was walking in to the grocery store and the wind was BLOWING. This sweet little old lady was walking in next to me and she said, "Oh, I just love your hair. I wish I had that style... mine is just blowing all around!" Ha. I'm sure she was just being nice, but maybe I'm starting to look more like I just have short hair and less like a cancer patient.