"I'm gonna kick him out!"

This morning, I was finally sleeping after a horrible long night of elusive sleep. At 3 a.m., Phoebe called out for me which was about 5 minutes after Beckett cried. Do you know what she wanted? She wanted a kiss and a hug and to tell me that we need to plan a night for Sydney to sleep over. These are the things occuring to Phoebe at 3 o'clock in the morning. I went back to bed hoping that now I might finally sleep soundly--no such luck. I tossed and turned and stayed largely awake until 6:15. Brett left for work and I fell soundly asleep (also after I discovered the notebook Phoebe left under my pillow--I think it was a princess test). Apparently, around 6:45, Beckett woke up and was making a lot of noise which woke Phoebe up, but I didn't hear it. Phoebe came into my room "Mom!...Mom!"
to which I replied with a sleepy "hmmmm?"
"Beckett woke up and he woke me up and now I can't go back to sleep, can you come get him?!" in her best valley girl tone.
"But that would mean I would have to get up, and I was sleeping so nicely. Why don't you climb in bed with me and we can both go back to sleep and we'll ignore Beckett." (I know this is my parenting at it's best)
"Okay, but I don't like your bed. My bed is so much more comfortable and I love my bed and I just want to sleep there."
"What's wrong with my bed?" (my bed, the extremely comfortable latex foam mattress, the special soft pillows, etc. vs. her 20 year old twin mattress with no padding and a flat pillow)
"your sheets are kind of rough and mine are so much more comfortable." (my sheets are jersey knit--I have no idea what she is talking about)
"But lets just rest here for a few minutes."
"I'm going back to my bed and I don't want Beckett in there anymore! I'm going to kick him out"
"Phoebe, how are you going to kick him out?"
"With my foot," was her matter of fact reply.
So she went back into her bedroom apparently intending to kick my son out of his crib. I waited in my bed to see what ensued. When she returned to their bedroom, she spat through clenched teeth "GO BACK TO SLEEP, BECKETT!"
and then almost in the same breath, her other personality jumped in and I heard in a sweet voice, "but I really love you, Beckett." Then Phoebe got in the crib and I heard the bouncing begin, so I knew it was time to go rescue the boy and feed the girl--she wasn't going back to bed and my half hour of solid sleep would have to do for the day. :)