The Boy: Sleep ok?
Me: Um, not really. I don't know if you realize this but when you turn at night you actually hurl your body about 4 feet in the air. I wake up at impact.
The Boy: Do not!
Me: Beg to differ. Last night I got air. You hit and I flew about 2 feet in the air.
The Boy: I turn delicately, like a flower.
The Boy: Glide gently.
Me: Hurl. Feet. In the air!
The Boy: Shut up you love it, I'm like a quirky foreign feather gliding gently back down to sleep.
Me: I have no idea how to respond to that.