30 minutes before my alarm is set to go off; 4 hours after I fell asleep; 2.5 hours after Rooby was last up.
Rooby: Is it a weekday?
Rooby: Do you know what I dreamed about?
Rooby: A groundhog.
Me: Ha! What was it doing?
Rooby: It was running around.
Me: That’s a funny dream!
Rooby: You know what else I dreamed about?
Rooby: Kitties. A lot of kitties!
Me: How many kitties?
Rooby: I don’t know. I didn’t count them.
Me: Fair enough.
Rooby: Did you like when I told you about my dreams?
Me: Yes. I love hearing about your dreams.
Rooby: Do you want to hear them again?
Rooby: You know what I dreamed about? A groundhog.
Me: That’s funny!
Rooby: It was going like this. [Makes little chomping noise with her teeth.]
Me: Ha ha!
Rooby: [Says something I can’t follow about weekdays and not weekdays.]
Me: Wait, what?
Rooby: I said, I thought that when it’s a not weekday, then tomorrow is a not weekday.
Me: That’s not always true. It’s only true on Saturdays.
Me: Saturday is not a weekday, and the next day is Sunday, which is also not a weekday.