Pitter Patter

2 a.m. I hear, pitter patter pitter patter. Then in a whisper I hear, "The aliens are gonna get me." I just moved over into the middle and that warm little body of Gracie's slides in. I hear her say, "Snuggle me mommy, just don't breathe on my neck." (Seriously? The child climbs into my bed, makes me move over into the cold middle and she tells me not to breathe on her.) Well, guess what I did since it was 2 a.m. I moved up in the bed so I was breathing on her head and in a sleepy yawny annoyed tone she said, "mommy now your blowing on my hair." Reminder, it's 2 a.m. and my bed. So in an equally sleepy yawny annoyed tone I said, "Gracie, if you want me to snuggle you, you have to deal with it." She sighed, *yes sighed*, and said, "Mommy, just put your face in the pillow, cause your breath stinks like garbage." SERIOUSLY! She's lucky she's mine and so dang cute!