My son. The comic.

I sat down on the side of Todd's bed this morning and started the morning routine to wake him up.

"Good morning!"

"It's going to be a great day!"

"Did you sleep well?"

"It is 6:20 and we will need to leave about 7:00."

After about 4 minutes, his left eye slit open and he made one statement: "I do not understand your native language."

My child, the comic. Even when he is half asleep.