You're Wrong, Wrong, Wrong

I often send Sam in to wake Julie up in the mornings. I figure he's harder to ignore than I am.

This morning, Julie asked him how he was doing. "Good," he answered. "How are you doing?"

"Tired," replied mama.

"No," said Sam. "How are you doing?"

"Tired."

"No, how are you doing?"

"Tired."

"No, how are you doing?" (getting frustrated)

"Sleepy. I'm doing sleepy."

"NO, HOW ARE YOU DOING???"

"*sigh* ...good."