sleepless imagination

Three days in a row. He's in the living room, in his pajamas. It's 5:30AM. And I ask the same question:

"Why did you get out of your bed and come down here?"

Saturday's answer:

"My bed was making me dizzy."

Sunday's answer:

"I needed to snoop around."

Monday's answer:

"I was looking for Transformers."

Schools just kill this, don't they?