Sunday morning I attempted to sleep in. Mason walks into the bedroom and the following occurs:
Mason: "Mommy, get up!"
(I ignore his request and pretend to be sleeping)
Mason: "Mommy, get up!"
Me: "I don't want to get up yet. Let Mommy sleep."
(Mason crawls up on the bed and proceeds to pull the covers off of me. I sit up and glare at him with an irritated look)
Mason: "There's Mommy!"
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