I was given the finger by the spawn last night.

Well, not the way you would have expected it to be though…….

Minibean kept me up till 3am last night, basically having a real kick to get me out of bed to make milk for her, and then change her diapers, which she told me “a lot of pee! Need to change!“, and then asked for water after the routine was done.

And then, more water.

I am going to have abs from the amount of times I sat up to give in to her demands.

It didn’t just stop there.

When all else failed, she insisted on Mummy giving her massage.

So I worked on her tiny feet, which had grown so much since the day she was born that she was outgrowing all the yummy-coloured socks.

Then I worked on her calves, which she very much enjoyed… and then she got ticklish when I got to her thighs.

So I massaged her back, as she laid face-down in utter bliss.

I stopped after a while cos the cough syrup was beginning to gain its control over me more than my own flesh and blood (in all sense of words).

She then burrowed her way into my embrace and pulled my hand to say, “Mummmmmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeee, maaaaaaaaassssshhhuuuccchhhh.”

When it didn’t work, she sat up and sat on me to get me to massage her.

Since I was coughing, she put her hand to feel my head, and spoke in her old-lady tone, “Mummy fever?”

“Oooo… got fever, quite hot,” she continued in her adult voice, giving the wrong diagnosis, and left me alone. And I said in my puppy-dog voice, “Yup mummy fever, mummy sick, need to rest” while giving a sly smile in the dark.

After a while, she got bored, and decided she wants to sleep with Gonggong and Popo, and insisted I open the door for her.

“Muuuuummmmmmmmeeeeee open the door, I want to go out,” she whined.

“You open the door yourself lor..”

Then she started to get a lil cranky and insisted I open the door for her.

“Why you cannot open yourself?”

“Mummyyyyyyyy open door for me!”

Repeat the above exchange x 10.

I switched on the bedside lamp, then I asked again, while suppressing my smile,  “You want, you open yourself then, why you cannot open yourself?”

Then she held up her thumb to my face, which has a plaster wound around due to her constant finger-biting, and gave her best puppy-eyes look, with pitiful frown thrown in as she bowed her hand, in the tiniest voice, “My… finger… pain…”

I was stunned for a brief moment, speechless, before I burst out laughing at her play-acting and marvelled at her brilliant skills.

Minibean 1, Mummy 0.

Eventually I didn’t give in, and she pretty much gave up, and made do with being escorted to the door, and she opened it herself and strutted into the next room in the darkness, while I hopped back into my bed and let the codeine do rest of the work.