He can (and has) slept through tornado warnings, furious electrical storms, bands playing the dorm right behind our old house, screaming baby brother, sweepers, dogs barking, phones ringing...well, you get the picture. He sleeps like the dead. I usually have to yell up the stairs about a gazillion times to get him awake and a tragazillion times to get him out of bed.
This morning, I set his alarm clock at the grocery store. What? At the store? "How did you do that?", you ask. Dun da da dun:
I simply purchased a box of Kellogg's Frosted Chocolate Fudge Poptarts. It's actually a larger box, so that I have an increased chance of having one too! I only had to say his name and the magic word "Poptarts".
What usually takes 30 minutes of statement, pleading, yelling and threatening was accomplished with a new world's speed record of 20 seconds. No lie.