What's under your desk at work?
Someone was throwing away this huge flokati (lambskin blankie thingie) because her Italian greyhounds didn't like it. My puppehs lurves it!
SO, anyhoo. The boy's cuteness quotient plummets precipitously when he thinks of creative ways to wake mummy in the mornings. There's the favorite standby, the wet willie, which, actually, is worlds more pleasant than a knifelike blade of puptongue striking shiv-like at the innermost reaches of one's nostril, but it only happens once and then one is airborne. Rude awakening doesn't begin to cover it.