There is no 'right' side of the bed for Eleanor

Eleanor does not like getting woke up; by anyone.  It doesn't matter if it's by me, her papa,, shister, the cat, the dog; we've tried it all.  She's just not a morning person.

Jason drew the short stick and went to get Hellcat up.  She had her feet out of her footie pajamas, so papa asked her "why are your feet out? did you get hot?"

"NO" (with her face buried in her pillow because he had the audacity to turn the light on)
"What happened?"
"My feet hurt. They hurt in all my footies.  All my footies suck."

So I guess her younger cousins can look forward to some footie jammas.