A typical morning with the PT

I wake up to the sound of singing. It is 6:15 a.m Monday morning. I guess that it's the PT, so I check her bed, but she's not there. The singing doesn't stop, and now it's been joined with some drumming. I check underneath my bed and sure enough, there's the PT singing as she smacks the top of my bed with her feet. I decide it'd just be better to go back to bed. It is 7:00. I get up, the PT is still drumming on my bed. I open the door to my bedroom, but I stop when the PT speaks up:

PT: er.. aren't you forgetting something?

iguana: No, what am I forgetting?

PT: uh.. Try the lost drummer

iguana: The who?

PT: Urgh! I meant me! I'm going downstairs, whoever wants to come with me, come with me!

So we troop downstairs in our PJ's. We were trying to teach the PT how to make her own breakfast, so when we got to the kitchen I took out a bowl, a spoon, some milk, and some Cheerios.

PT: er.. I'm hungry

iguana: That's nice to know

PT: uh.. what can I eat?

iguana: it's breakfast time PT, what do you think we're eating?

PT: er........Spaghetti?

iguana: Do you want some cereal PT?

PT: Well, as I always say, "if I am not mistaken, you are correct"

iguana: But PT you rarely ever.....*sigh*...Never mind, what cereal do you want?

PT: uh.. How about fruity pebbles?

iguana: ok, go get a bowl, spoon, and the cereal.

The PT does these things and pours her cereal. Soon she is munching away.

PT: er.. iguana?

iguana: yes PT?

PT: Can I watch some TV?

iguana: no

PT: why not?

iguana: because you haven't brushed your teeth, you aren't dressed, and you aren't ready to go at all

PT: Hmmm......Well iguana, all that *she leans closer to me* could all change....

iguana: yeah.....Ok PT let's keep eating, we'll want to get around to that sooner or later.