When I was a kid (pre-10), I wasn’t allowed to turn on the TV or get something to eat without asking. Most Saturday mornings, I would get up and ask Mom or Dad, and they’d say, “Sure.” Sometimes though, they would still be asleep, and I’d knock on their bedroom door. No answer. I could hear them rustling around in there, so I’d knock again–in case they hadn’t heard me, you see–and I’d throw in a plaintive, “Mooooom!”.
“BOY!”, Dad would thunder, “the house better be burnin’ down!”
Then I’d hear Mom giggle; which I thought was pretty rude seeing as how I’m getting in trouble for following directions.
I always wondered why Dad was so cranky on Saturdays. He’d slept all night, and he didn’t have to go to work!
Fun times, looking back…then I moved out and they divorced. I guess Dad finally got enough sleep.