On Bedtime Antics

Max (getting out of bed way past his bedtime and coming to the top of the stairs): "Daddy, when is my birthday?"

Pat: "September of next year Max"

Max: "Oh, well, my tummy is telling me that it wants cake now"

Pat: "Really? You know what the clock is saying Max? It's saying that it's 9:00 and way past your bedtime"

Max ( big sigh): "Fffffiiinnneee"