Because on Saturday and Sunday morning, when he could be sleeping in - he's up at 6:23 am. Typical kid idiosyncrasies, wouldn't you say? In my day, we woke up early to watch cartoons but that's because we couldn't record them - we had to watch them when they were aired.
But Samu's weekend rampage went like this: Sunday, he pounced on daddy in bed, and rolled around under our covers until it smelled of his piss-filled diaper. Saturday, he marched into my room with the DSi and shouted to me that I promised he could play with it when he woke up.
"Well, I'M WOKED UP!"
The only reason he doesn't sneak downstairs to watch television is because he doesn't know how to work the cable remote. Otherwise, I'm sure he'd turn on some Christian preaching show because he knows that would annoy the heck out of me.
Both boys had an eventful weekend: they saw "The Avengers," set up the patio furniture, had a ballet audition and went to a birthday party, to boot. In the fun factor, that would be equivalent to a weekend in Vegas for me. So, I wasn't surprised to be yelled at by the grumpy ol' troll for Monday morning.
Tomorrow, I'll greet him with this:
GOOOOOOOOD MORNING VIETNAM!!!