Why adopting an older child is a lot like living in a Monty Python sketch
J. pointed out that sometimes trying to communicate with H. is like living in our very own Monty Python movie... especially the scene above. It is frighteningly close to an actual conversation he had with her last night.
The morning routine for the past couple of months is that no one may get out of bed until J. turns the hallway light on in the morning. This is mainly for the littles and H. The second any of them hear someone up and about they come scampering out of their rooms wanting to be up and about. And since J. often wakes up early to try to get some studying done, having a heard of small, loud children running around insisting on breakfast is not terribly helpful.
He was saying good night and was about to shut the door when he said, "You can get up when I turn the lights on in the morning, H."
H: Right. When you turn the lights out.
J: No, when I turn them on.
H: Yes, when you turn the lights out.
J: No, on. See your lights are off. (Flips switch) Now they're on. (Flips switch) Now they're off. When I turn the lights on, like this. (Flips switch)
H.: Oooh. Yes. Lights off. I get up when you turn the lights off.
J: On. Goodnight.
Or something very close to that. We just need to teach her to use a British accent.