Rather than sleep in, Bugs decided that 7am was a good time to be awake. When I quietly poked my head into his room, he was standing with his back to the door, softly talking to himself.
I turned his bedroom light on, opened the door properly and happily proclaimed "Good morning!" He turned with a huge grin on his face and replied "What's good about it?!"
I was stunned for a second. What did he just say to me? Then it sank in and, in the words of Roger Hargreaves, I laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed.
"Good morning" said Mr Happy.
"Good? What's good about it?" said Mr Grumpy.
The next 20 minutes before I went to work were punctuated with random exclamations of "Hmph!" and "What's good about it!" followed by a big smile or little giggle.
He's got an odd sense of humour, this one. I would like to take this opportunity to apologise to all his future teachers. I spy a class clown in larval form.