Because when they and their brother take turns waking up for various reasons all night long their parents have no qualms with plunking them in front of The Today Show so they can drink their coffee.
Poor little guy has the grand-daddy of all diaper rashes. No more orange vegetables for him for a while. Charlie has a really miserable cold. He wept bitterly for twenty minutes yesterday because he "wanted to hear a train" and I could not provide that experience for him. [bang bang bang head on wall]
Our morning plans include trips to the grocery store and Blockbuster followed by hours of annoyingly upbeat animated entertainment.
This was the scene out my front door yesterday afternoon. That's not snow, that's quarter-sized hail, or "ice rain" as Charlie perceptively described it. We were lucky. Further west they had tennis ball sized hail.