I just made my second trip upstairs to wake the Man-Cub for his day. My first attempt was met with a nonchalant wave of the hand and a sleepily mumbled "I'm up". When he didn't appear at the bottom of the stairs after what I considered a reasonable amount of time, I trudged back up to his room, where, my second attempt proved successful.
And, by successful, I mean that the Cub rolled over onto his side, lifted his leg slightly, farted, and chirped "Now I'm up!" before dissolving into a fit of giggles.
On the bright side, he is in the shower right now, so, I guess he really was up.
On the darker side, it is apparent that I am raising an animal. I hope his future wife can forgive me.