The Piglet otherwise known as my darling two-year old daughter graduated from her crib some months back and recently has discovered the joys of getting out of bed at a time of her choosing -- and making sure everyone else in the house does too.
Just a few days ago, she popped out of her room 10 minutes before my alarm was set to go off. Having spent most of the night pleading with my infant son to go to sleep, I was none too happy to be roused from whatever rest I had left -- so I did what any normal parent would have done: I feigned sleep and totally ignored her pleas for me to get up.
Alas, two year olds can be persistent. And inventive. After tapping me on my head, pulling off all my covers, and advising me that she was in need of chocolate milk, Lucky Charms, and a new diaper, all failed to get the job done, she grew very quiet. Too quiet. I opened my eyes just a wee little bit and saw a dingy sock-clad foot approaching my face, coming to rest not two centimeters from my nose. Then did my Piglet lean over and whisper, ever so sweetly, in my ear:
"Mommy! Mommy, smell my feet."
I got up.