...and I say to him: "You're leaving awful early this morning! It's just 6:30." He asks: "WHAT time is it?" I tell him again. The look on his face is priceless. "I thought it was 7:30. I was rushing because I was late. I could have slept for another hour!!!"
Well, that's okay. This way he can take Lucy potty, feed her, AND get himself a shower after all! He might even discover the truth hidden in "the early bird gets the worm"?