Wee hours

Scene: Mommy’s bedroom. Baby in bed with mommy, nursing. Pitter patter of little tot feet.
Time: 6:05 am

Tot: mmm…mommy….

Mommy: hi Benski, you wanna come and snuggle with us?

Tot: (incomprehensible)

Mommy: take Nuggi out of your mouth, I can’t understand you.

Tot: I got poops in diaper.

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I am soooooooooo unimpressed. Who could possibly stay in a good mood after cleaning up S**T in a diaper of an almost 3 year old kid before the coffee maker kicks in? HUH?