Once upon a time (like 6 a.m.) there was a wiggly bed ninja with ice cubes for feet and an insatiable need for Spiderman merch....
Sass: *launches himself into bed, icy little feet headed directly for anything warm and squishy. Stomach or butt are the preferred methods of feet warming. Not by my choice ...*
"Mommy, have you seen da Spiderman mask dat talks? Santa's gonna bwing me dat one..."
Me: *snort... eek! Ack... who put ice cubes in the bed... oh wait.* "Wha? ... Oh... good morning, sweetie."
Sass: "Dat Spiderman mask Santa is gonna bwing me. My fweinds has seen it."
Me: "Oh... okay"
Sass: "Mommy, can I have some ceeeeereal? I need ceeeeereal." *begins frantic wiggling*
Me: "Sure, honey. Just a second." *errrr... bed too comfy...*
Sass: *Huffs loudly, thumps to the floor, and heads for the door.*
"Dis is gonna take a wong time, Mommy. My ceeeereal will take FOREVER."
...At least all the baby wants is the wrapping paper and the boxes the toys come in to chuck at her brother's head... I need to find her some toys in really big boxes....