Although to be fair, I'm on Pacific Standard Time and all you other people get up way too early.
It's only 7:30 a.m. here.
Me being late has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I've fallen into a couple of good books over the last couple weeks and have been staying up way too late reading.
No, it definitely has nothing to do with that.
The other day he tried to lift up the coffee table so he could throw it like the Incredible Hulk. I kid you not. Luckily for me he couldn't lift it more than a couple inches.
"B, please, you're torturing me."