This morning Phoebe woke up to nurse and then rolled over and patted Andrew's face until he woke up and rolled over to greet her. She did her best to back up a bit to make room for him, but although she withdrew her feet, her the little footies of her pyjamas got pinned underneath him. This was frustrating.
In order to free herself, she began kicking her little legs, which just happened to be right in Andrew's face, which meant, ultimately, that she was kicking him right in the face.
"Hey! Hey! Phoebe!" Andrew said. "Ow! Stop kicking me, Phoebe!"
Phoebe ignored him and continued her efforts to free her clothes. After all, she wasn't kicking him. She was simply kicking...to free her jammies. She gave another good kick to try to pull them loose and really pegged him in the nose.
"Phoebe!" he said a little more sternly, "Don't be mean!"
At that cruel and unfounded accusation, Phoebe stopped kicking and stuck out her lower lip in the saddest little pout before she started howling about all the injustices in the world while I pieced things together.
"Oh, honey!" I said. "I think she's just frustrated. You're on the feet of her pyjamas."
"Oh, no!" he said, pulling her pyjamas free. "Were you stuck?"
He apologized and she gave him some I-forgive-you snuggles and they're back to being best buddies.
But it's good to know that Phoebe considers herself to be a generally "nice" person—apparently—because she did not appreciate insinuations otherwise!