Evicted

He sauntered in all innocent like: all sleepy and warm with his blanket at 4am this morning. He exclaimed innocently that he wanted to cuddle. In the most authoratative voice that I could muster at 4am I said sure, but just for a little bit because I was going to be sending him right back to bed. He settled in between Mr. Von Snarky and I. And I fell back asleep.

At 5am I wake up to find that someone had invaded my pillow space. It's cool little one, you look so cute angelically sleeping there and I can share some pillow. I have still maintained the majority of my spot on the bed, I can spare some pillow.

However at 6am as I was hanging on to an inch of my pillow and the side of the bedI see that I had been very strategically evicted from my own soft warm bed, that I so kindly shared at 4am. You see the guy had slowly put masterfully stolen all of my pillow, then turned himself at an angle so as to eject me from the bed and kick his dad in the butt.

You see I am shocked since I am the primary blanket and bed stealer in the family. If there is a comfy spot, be it couch or bed, I will consume all of it and without apology. I was quite taken aback at the cunning of our three year old. Next time I am not falling for, "Can I cuddle?"