10:48 this morning, Saturday, the 11th of July:
ME: (bounding into Max's room, enthusiastically) Wake up! It's almost eleven, it's time to get up, we got stuff to do! I'm going to feed your fish before they eat each other! Get up!
MAX: Why?
ME: You're only still in bed because you were up past midnight reading comics, and we need to get Sean a present, and his birthday party's today, and we might have time for one of the HowToons experiments, and you're missing a Phineas & Ferb right now.
MAX: I'm trying to become nocturnal.
ME: That's not going to work, because then most of us would never see you.
MAX: You would see me sleeping like an angel.
ME: I'm going, now.
