I went to get Mr Busy out of bed the other morning, having woken him some 10 minutes earlier. He informed me he couldn't possibly get up.
Me: Get out of bed young man.
Mr Busy: But I can't Mum.
Me: Why not?
Mr Busy: Because my legs are just too comfortable to move.
I must at admit, when he got to 'legs' I began to panic and thought maybe he'd contracted the virus that is going around school, decimating classes left, right and centre. Among the many symptoms one that has been suffered by some has been heavy legs.
I'm now sure how he does it ~ his brain just thinks in 'funny' as he is waking up. My brain only thinks when the need for silence is satisfied. And then it's just serious stuff going on.
He makes me laugh.