You're feeling particularly rebellious tonight, ignoring his calls and texts while you're out with your friends. It's past midnight when you return home, knowing that he'll be waiting up for you and won't be happy. You quietly sneak inside, hoping to avoid alerting him to your presence. However, you've not counted on his uncanny perception. Standing in the hallway with his arms crossed and a stern look on his face, he asks,

"Why are you so late? Do you have any idea what time it is?"