Cranky Pants

You never can tell who will emerge from the pale yellow room.  Will it be Eden or Miss Cranky Pants?  It starts with a knock on the door, but even this can be deceiving.  This morning the knock began and then the usual ambiguous belting out "Mama, I had a good nappie!".  The intensity of her belting really only gets out of hand if you don't attend to it quick enough.  This morning I managed to run from the bathroom to her door rather quickly.  The hall light shone into her eyes and she squinted them closed and said "Mama, I wanna sweep (sleep) wif you."  I said, "Baby, I'm sorry...Mama's getting ready for work, but you can go snuggle with Daddy."  She began to whine and cry a little and clung to my leg as I half dragged her into the bathroom with me to finish my make-up.  Her eyes were now adjusting to the light and beginning to open.  She rubbed them with her lovie and said, "Mama, I need a snack".  "A snack?  How about breakfast", I asked.  "Yeah, I need my brufass".  Feeling rather rushed on time, I sat on the closed toilet and grinned as I suggested a plot that I suspected she'd fall for "Go in there and tell Daddy 'get your tail out of bed, Daddy!' and then give him a big kiss".  Her response wasn't exactly what I expected.  She frowned and said, "NO!  We wanna snuggle!" I tried again, thinking maybe she wasn't understanding the fun that could be had here..."Go tell him 'get outta bed you sleepy head'!" She was relentless..."She frowned again and said, "NO! We want to SWEEEEEEEP! (sleep)", this time swinging her lovie in the air in anger.  With that, she spun around on her heals and stomped into our bedroom and climbed into bed with Christian.  LOL