Medium Sized Teeth and Big Boy Bed

Wow, I have already upset my child two times today (and it's not even 7am). .... 

While in the car this morning, Chase asked me if he had big teeth.  I said no and explained that he has baby teeth.  After learning that his teeth will one day fall out and a little lady will fly into his room when he is unaware and snatch his teeth (I maybe shouldn't have told him this quite yet), he let out a huge shriek.  So I did what I thought was the only solution- I lied and told him he did, in fact have big teeth.  To my amazement, this didn't satisfy him.  He proceeded to scream and demand I say he had medium-sized teeth.  So, I did and he stopped crying.  Lesson learned.  When Chase asks if he has big teeth, say no; for the love of God, say no.

Chase slept in his big boy bed last night.  So of course I rolled over at 3 am to find him weaseled in-between myself and my favorite pillow (taking up more than half of my pillow- I might add).  Crawling into my bed at 3 am seems to be one of the side effects of my tiny tot sleeping in a big boy bed. (I say side effects as if sleeping in a “big boy” bed is a disease- but these 3 am sleep interruptions may make me ill).  Any who, my act of rolling over must have disturbed my sleeping beauty.  Chase adjusted positions and decided that lying on top of me, with his cheek touching my cheek, was the best position before the sun came up.  While he was perched on my chest, he thought it would be the ideal time to request a nice, cold refreshing glass of pink milk.  Naturally, at 3 am, I told him he could have whatever was in my arm’s reach; which just so happened to be a Monster’s University water bottle full of water (and a can of Mountain Dew- but I didn't want to offer that in case I got thirsty).  Chase decided this water bottle offer was not up to par.  So he screamed and called me a, “Naughty Mommy,” at the top of his lungs and then rolled over and went back to sleep.  I can’t totally blame him, I see his frustration.  I too, have an early morning hankering for strawberry flavored milk and will scream at the top of my lungs if I don’t get it.  I guess tonight I will make sure I leave a sippy cup full of pink milk on my night stand to avoid this situation again. Lesson learned.