Things you don't want to hear at 5:10am:
[pauses to poke me in the eye a couple times to make sure that I'm awake]
Me: "*snarf* ~gurgle~ ^snort^ Ehh..whasshappening whatimeisit gotobed.. *groan"
#2: [stage whisper] "Mommy, I hear Santa downstairs at the door!"
[I listen, hear DH getting ready for his Aikido class.]
Me: "That's your father getting ready to leave. Go back to bed."
[At this point a 45 minute argument ensues about whether the noises are Santa or his father, by which time I am so awake that my brain hurts, I feel hungover without the knowledge that I at least had a rocking time the night before, and I'm desperately wishing that my four year old was as skeptical about stuff as his older brother.]