Oh brother!

I have received a swift beating this morning! My three-year-old son jumped from bed and ran into the living room to serve me a beating to remember! I was on the couch with the baby battling the boogers using the evil snot sucker when the boy entered the room a flurry of fists and feet! he was heading straight for me with a grimace on his face. Attacking me he yelled, "Hands off my baby sister you!" Amidst  my confusion I held my hand out to thwart off his advances. Brow furrowed, the boy continued his barrage of flailing body parts. "Leave her alone. You are making me MAD!" he growled at me. I jumped to my feet to escape my miniature assalent. "What is your issue Ash?" Immediately he broke down in tears. "I was sleeping, and then I heard our baby crying. I was scared that someone was hurting our baby." His crimson cheeks were streaked with tears, "I jumped out of bed and looked for my sword but I couldn't find it. So I decided to be a ninja and get the bad guy who was hurting our baby!" After some snuggles and talking it out the boy calm down. He explained that he didn't even notice it was me with the baby that he his eyes were still too sleepy to see me when he started his "mission" to save his sister. I guess it runs in the family. I too can't see straight first thing in the morning and nothing makes sense without your morning coffee! Peace has returned to our household after the deluge of defense from the diligent big brother!!! (and two cups of coffee!!)