An Open Letter

Dear Fiyero,

When you climb on top of my legs while I'm sleeping, and I subsequently kick you off the bed because I don't appreciate being immobilized, it does not mean that you should climb back on top of me in the exact spot. Nor does it mean that you should jump on your daddy's chest, because he'll kick you off too, and he'll mumble things in his funny sleepy voice that I can't quite understand but usually involves the word "fuck." We do have jobs, you know. Life's not full of naptime and sitting on the windowsill and having crazy cat crack attacks and having someone else clean up your poop, you know.

I'm just sayin'.

Love,
Mommy