Tom wakes up at 6 a.m.

Kevin usually wakes up around 8 a.m., but after hearing him turn off his alarm multiple times, I finally woke him up at 9 a.m.  He got up, ate cereal and then went downstairs to shower and change.  He was ready to leave at 10.

Me:  Hey, are you still going to be home around 6?

Kev:  Probably not.

Me (whiny): But Kevin…

Kev: Well, think of it this way, at least I got to spend time this morning here.

Me (confused): When you were sleeping?

Kev: Yeah!

And that’s why Kevin has a black eye.*

*Okay, he doesn’t have a black eye.  He did in my daydream, though.