A wake up call

I woke up to a sound at 3:30. I couldn't quite place it. I came to find a young boy in his room, trying to clean something off his bed. At first I thought it was barf, and thought, oh no, and then I realized it was potato chips. Then I looked in the kitchen where there was an open can of pop, an open cabinet with a chair in front of it. I am not sure how long he was there or how much he really ate. Oh well, Lonnie just told me he was partying like it is his Birthday, I guess on you birthday you can do that.