Bret: "Harrison is awake and sitting up in bed."
Bret: "I know! It's only 11:00 and he's already awake! I'm going to go throw a gourd at his head to get him out of bed."
[Bret runs downstairs holding a big green gourd over his head.]
[Bret runs back upstairs with the gourd.]
Bret: "Harrison is already out of bed!"
Me: "Huh? How did that happen?"
Bret: "Me running up and down the stairs, bumping into things, yelling at him about the onslaught of World War IV..."