The other morning we were woken at 9am (the monsters had been up since 7...?) by Dumpie standing at our bedside, scissors held excitedly aloft, and gleefully declaring, "Anything!" when asked what he had cut up. ("Anything" these days is a favourite expression of his and is mistakenly used in place of "Everything"...oh joy oh bliss.)
Currently, one of his favourite past times is to cut out the toes on socks - preferably while he's wearing them. If his chubby little toes weren't peeking so adorably out of his customised footwear, I swear I'd throttle him. I have no choice but to add them to the growing pile of mangled but otherwise perfectly new collection in the upstairs bin. (He intercepted a freshly laundered pile of clothes on the weekend, and as a result Egg's sock drawer is looking pretty sparse these days.)
This morning I shrieked in bed (mental note to self: I think I may be turning into one of those frazzled, 'scary mothers' who scream more than not on a typical day) when Dumpie deposited a mangled plastic object of some sort on my ear. He has lately taken to bestowing upon us, 'noctural visitations' a few times a week due to the 'big monsters' who have apparently recently taken up residence in his room.
Personally, methinks the hot duvet-clad thighs of Mama are too delectable for his freezing little feet. Unlike Egg the perspiring little midget, Dumpie has obviously inherited my poor circulation - and upon waking he scurries upstairs to the far superior "Mama-Dada Bed" for some pre-dawn nuzzling and snuggling. As the husband refuses to let him in on HIS side of the bed, that means it's me who gets chubby toddler feet rammed into my thighs or worse - my derriere. (That'll teach me to sleep in the nude.)
Whatever the case, Dumps obviously saw fit to bring his scissors along last night. As I grasped at the object trying to gain entry into my ear canal with cries of "What's this?! I can't see?!" the glaring light was switched on by the husband, long enough to ascertain that the object in question was MY (newly) mangled credit card. URGHHHH.