The Boy is quite creative. This morning, he got Mommy to let him in bed with me at 6am, where he gave me an hour of nice snuggles. He woke up and wanted juice, so he wriggled out of bed and expected me to follow him. I didn't, because I was tired and wanted to go back to sleep.
Five minutes later, he pushed the bedroom door open. He crawled onto the bed, crawled over to me, grabbed my chin and yanked, thus ensuring that I turned over. (This was after he poked me a few times and I responded by rolling over.) He then picked up the unopened bottle of apple juice that he had brought with him from the kitchen and dropped it onto my stomach.
The good: he walked all the way down the hall with a heavy bottle of juice, and levering it up onto the bed. The bad: the manner in which I was awakened.
Little stinker. He did get his juice, however.
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