Torby climbs into bed with us at 5am (/sob)
'Bunny, go get pillow and blanket and nuknuk' (the holy trinity of sleep and comfort)
or order your mother to do it as you're too busy annoying Stampy
'Bunny, it's still sleep time, you lie between us and sleep. See daddy is sleeping and mummy is sleeping (LIES!) and Torby should be sleeping too.
Ah the restfulness of being perched on the very edge of the bed with a squirmy toddler kicking and squiggling and singing to himself and drawing things on your back and loudly sucking on his dummy.
These are the mornings of our lives.