Dad reports this morning:
I woke Tommy late giving him his medicine at 6:37 and urging him to get out of bed right then. Instead, while I dressed myself, Tommy slept. At 6:53 he was urged to get out of bed again. At 7:02 I told him “Have a nice day” And he sprang from bed asking about taking a single D&D book to which I replied “Sorry Tommy. Had you gotten up and been dressed before now we could have talked about it.” When I returned from carpool, Tommy was gone.