From a Facebook friend. Apparently the coffee intake has not been sufficient this morning.

Darling eldest child.
I have been (unwillingly) awake since 445am. I am in no mood for your bullshit whiny shenanigans.
I know bestirring yourself from slumber before the crack of 11 is distressing and distasteful to you, but you have a job. And you did ask me to wake you up.
Keep giving me ‘tude and sass, and see what it gets you. I have one solitary, frayed nerve left, and you’re plucking it like you’re fucking Stevie Ray Vaughn.

I will advise if the condition of the sassy child required medical intervention.