To the little old man who likes to sing loudly in Spanish while watering the plants outside our windows at 5:00am:
No es bueno. Por favor, vuelva mañana por la tarde. Gracias.
*Yes, I realize this SEEMINGLY has nothing to do with the wakeful baby. But you see it does. Because the baby who never sleeps was actually sleeping THEN. And I really would have liked to have been too.*