I got a boo boo on my finger and I can't sleep in my bed because now I need to sleep in you and Mama's bed and........Mama? What you eating? That choc-late? I need choc-late.
*Dudes. WE weren't in bed. WE were in the living room. The Boy has a habit of sneaking past us to our room and falling asleep in our bed. I guess he was trying to get permission beforehand this time. It didn't work.*