Simon wakes up and starts rushing out from under the covers.
Simon: (((gag))) oh no no no. Dad. (((Gag))) Dad!! Wake up! No no.
Ethan: It’s ok. Foot of the bed foot of the bed. Get to the hardwood floor.
Simon throws up.
Simon: I’m sorry…((gags)) ahhhhh man. It won’t stop!
Ethan: Where are my pants! Go to the door. It’s ok.
Simon: (throws up again.) It’s ok. I just did it under the table. No one can see it.
Ethan: We’re still going out. You must’ve got too hot.
Simon: I’m telling you dad. That electric blanket is witchcraft.
Ethan: Simon! Give me that Kit Kat! spit it out!
Simon: No! It’s mine!
Simon: It’s delicious! And you never share chocolates with me!
Ethan: There is a very specific reason, which I’m sure you’re going to find out soon enough. You bonehead!
Simon: I don’t feel good dad.
Ethan: If you keep on you’ll get two baths this week. And it’ll be your own fault.