The best way I've found to get my sleepy girl out of bed in the morning is to get in bed with her. I wiggle around, steal the blankets and talk to her until she finally gets moving. After she heads off to the bathroom, I usually steal a few extra minutes of sleep in her bed until she comes back.
This morning she trudged down the hall, flipped on the light and screamed. I shot straight up. She was already in the door.
"Something happened with the lights in the bathroom!" She was wide awake now. I peeked around her and could see the glow from the lights spilling into the hall.
"What happened? They're on, right?"
"The middle light bulb just EXPLODED!"
"So there's glass everywhere in there?"
I was asking too many questions obviously. She was getting disgusted. "Of course not! It just got super bright and then went out."
I already knew what happened. When I was cleaning out the towel cupboard a while back, I found a package of old incandescent light bulbs. The middle socket had been empty for some time so I just threw one of those in there.
It hasn't been that long since we switched over all the light bulbs from incandescent to high efficiency CFLs. But I guess it's been long enough the she's forgotten what it looks like when a light bulb burns out.