In the Be Careful What You Ask For department....

Me: Anna, time to get up. You have an appointment.
Anna: *groan*
Me: C'mon. Up and at 'em.
Anna: [after much hemming and hawing] Help.
Me: *eyebrow* You need help getting up?
Anna: I need inclination.
Me: *whistles a happy melody while walking to iTunes*
Anna: *cringes audibly*
Me: *cranks volume to 11 and cues up "My Pal Foot Foot" by the Shaggs* I'm not turning that off. You want it stopped, you need to go hit the button.
Anna: [muttering curses under her breath] I fucking knew you were going to do this.
Me: Then you shouldn't have asked.

Open warning to rafaela: Next time, it's Liz Phair. And yes, I know you'll have my pancreas for that. Only if you catch me first.