Swiftsure post I

I'll give a real rundown later, but here is a snapshot of my holiday weekend...

Eleven people bunking in a space approx. 20X7. On the last night, She pokes her head out of her sleeping bag while I brush my teeth around someone else's elbow:

A quelle heure est-ce que nous rev...rev..

Nous allons reveiller? I ask.
No, its in the future. Reveilleions?
No, that's what the allons is for. We're going to get up.
Mom, reveiller is reflexive.
Ok, then nous allons se reveiller?
Whatever. Go to bed!

How the Roman Empire fell

--Is that where you are putting your Advent calendar?
==Yeah, why?
--Covering my Carl Larsson tray? There was no other place?
==I'm staging a coup d'etat. That nail is mine now.