We have a parrot in the house

The other day, Mike went in to get Nathan up to go to daycare. I was taking Sarah to school that morning so we had already left. It was the first week of school and Nathan was having a little bit of a hard time adjusting to having to get out of bed and not being able to just linger and lie around in bed like he had become accustomed to doing during the summer.

So, Mike opened up his door and saw some movement, meaning that he was in fact awake and just lying in bed. He takes a couple of steps into his room, and the conversation goes something like this:

Nathan: Close the door. (in kind of a nasty tone)

Dad: A) Don’t speak to me that way; and B) It’s time to turn the light on and get up and get dressed.

Nathan: A) It’s not time to get dressed; and B) Turn off my light!

Dad exits stage left laughing the whole way. I mean, what else can you do at that point?

There have been several other things that we say on a regular basis that we've heard coming back our way. Such as:

Au contraire it is NOT time to get ready for dinner.

and

You're killin' me Sarah. You're killin' me.

I guess I need to go buy some parrot food.