Sorry this is late. I, like many of my classmates it seems, mis-read the syllabus. On with the story!
When I was a little girl, I was taught you do not sleep past ten AM in my house on weekends and nine AM at my Nanny's (grandmother on my mother's side). At my home, mom would just yell up the stairs every 3-4 seconds "Your breakfast is getting cold!" At Nanny's you were treated to a tone-deaf, squeaky rendtion of:
GOOD MORNING TO YOU, GOOD MORNING TO YOU
GOOD MORNING DEAR *your name*
GOOD MORNING TO YOU
Now, the Good Morning to You song is a household threat for late risers.
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