What the heck, guys? We haven't slept in 3 days, and I am starting to take it personally.
Jack-- Sunday nights, what's going on there, buddy? Why is this night different than all other nights? GO TO SLEEP. Love the top teeth, buddy. Also, stop biting me.
Harry-- dude, 3:23 am? What's wrong with you? That's the middle of the night. It's not talky time, not TV time, not awake time. GO TO SLEEP. Great that you took off your own pants and undies and peed this morning. Next time, try the toilet. Or even the bathroom. The wood floor and all over mommy's BlackBerry? Not the best spot. Sorry that you tripped in your own puddle, and hope you liked your morning bath. Also, nice shoes.