They, like their mother, have a tendency to roll over, snuggle down in their blankets and try to go back to sleep if they think they can get away with it.
This of course makes everyone late and me uh, cross.
So, every morning, in between doing the things I need to do to get myself ready I usually wander into my offspring's bedroom and jiggle their feet, turn on some lights or engage them in conversation for just a second or two to make sure they are truly awake.
This morning I said to my youngest, "Say something so I know you're awake. If you talk to me then I'll know you're up."