Wyatt:
“...OOO, EEE, OOO, I LOOK JUST LIKE BUDDY HOLLY...”

Me:
Dude! What the hell?

Boone:
It’s time to get up.

Wyatt:
Yeah. Wake and bake, pop.

Me:
Wake and... Do you even know what that means?

Boone:
Does it have anything to do with toaster pastries?

Me:
Eventually, I guess.

Wyatt:
What do you mean?

Me:
You’ll find out in high school. Go back to sleep.

Wyatt:
It’s 7 in the a.m. Let’s get this day rolling!

Me:
It’s not. It’s 6 a.m.

Boone:
You sure, dude? It feels like 7 a.m.

Wyatt:
Feels like 7 a.m. to me, too. Uh-oh, old man. You know what this means.

Boone:
Alzheimer’s.

Me:
You guys haven’t adjusted for Daylight Saving Time.

Wyatt:
What’s Daylight Saving’s Time?

Me:
We set the clocks back to save energy or something. And it’s “Saving,” not “Saving’s.” It’s not a sale at Big Lots.

Boone:
So everyone sets their clocks back once a year?

Me:
And then we set them forward in the spring.

Wyatt:
Jesus. Make up your mind already.

Boone:
That explains why you put us to bed so late last night.

Me:
It was just an hour later and clearly it didn’t work.

Wyatt:
You should consider just getting up at 6 a.m. until the clocks get set forward again.

Me:
No way, dude.

Boone:
I don’t know what to tell you, pal. I’m up.

Wyatt:
Me, too. Ready to rock.

Me:
Okay, but this means I’ll have to push your naps back help get you back on track.

Boone:
Fine. I don’t need a nap anyway...

Me:
Wyatt, was that a yawn?

Wyatt:
What? No.

Me:
That was a yawn. I saw it.

Boone:
What are you doing, bro? Keep it together.

Wyatt:
I can’t help it. I’m getting tired.

Me:
Don’t fight it.

Boone:
Fight it! Fight!... Okay. All this is making me tired.

Me:
Too late. We’ve missed the window. Up and at ‘em, guys.

Wyatt:
You are such a jerk.