Up Late

Austin: I'm tired this morning.

Me: Me too, but it's OK.

Austin: How is it OK?

Me: Because I went to see Music Man last night. I didn't get home till eleven.

Austin: I didn't go to bed till eleven.

Me: Yeah, and it's your own fault.

Austin: How is it my own fault?

Me: I had Music Man to see so I had to stay up. You just chose to stay up so it's your own fault.

Austin: But going to bed at eleven is normal for me.

Me: There is nothing now and will never be anything normal about you.

Austin: I was just about to say something like that.