 Sunday papers are his day. She loves the funnies, and it's 6 o'clock Sunday morning, and nobody's awake except Junior. So, Harriet, you be my mother, and I'll be the mean little boy. Hey, Mommy, are you awake? Oh, Junior, it's only 6 o'clock. Go back to sleep. Okay. Hey, Mommy. What is it now? Mommy, where'd I come from? Steers and Roebuck and go back to sleep.