Thump, thump, thump, thump.... (Sass Monkey doesn't walk. He drives his little feet into the hardwood like a jackhammer into pavement so that even China knows when it is time to get up and get his fruity cereal ready.)
Soft little fingers begin tickling my cheek. How sweet....
"Mommy, I've been playing with my bummy bum. I need to wash my hands."
A used pull-up plops on the exposed side of my face.
Worst alarm clock EVER.
(In SM's defense, he is learning to wipe alllbymyself!!! and has not yet managed to master the art of the "Clean Wipe". As you can see, he needs more practice.)