So, on the dot this morning, MyItchyBoy woke up and was instantly wide awake – in that annoying way that kids are.
He was quickly demanding breakfast and I was trying to delay getting out from under the covers:
Me: What do you want for breakfast?
MyItchyBoy: Parent noses
Me: *covers nose quickly*
MyItchyBoy: Grabs each of my hands and says ‘Don’t be shy!’ in a voice that you know sounds sweeter than its intentions.
Then he ate my nose. Well, not actually ate it, but made a real meal out of pretending.
After this had happened several times, I managed to convince him that cereal might be a more fulfilling option.
What age do they stop tormenting you until you get out of bed?