Late nights

I tell ya, I've been staying up too late these days. Either we're all up watching movies in the living room (last night it was that old black and white Beatles movie, something about working like a dog, I didn't get it), or if we do go to bed at a decent hour, Mami and Papi are always talking talking talking until I even dream funny things. Mami said that's what you get for living with a philosopher and a reporter, there's always something to talk about.
Why can't we all just be like Lulu, and spend our time asleep with our paws over our eyes?