Sleep a Minute
I can now prove that being a slow riser is hereditary. Noah is as slow of a riser as me, if not worse.
This morning, I went in to wake him up. He is never in the greatest of moods when he wakes up, so I didn't expect a wonderful welcome. I called his name a couple of times and scratched his back a little. His response was to bury his head underneath the pillow and yell, "I want to sleep a minute!"
The he pulled the covers over his head and tried to hide from the world. One of those, if the world can't see me, it will forget that I exist.
It doesn't work... I have tried it.