"Dad? Daaaaaaaaaaad? Dad dad dad dad dad dad?" Squeaky voice, go away. "Wake up!"
Time for some Disney, at a time like this... "Who disturbs my slumbeeeeer?"
"I accidently kicked your nose! Heeeellllooo? Can you not feel it?" Sam is doing a real patience test. He's right though. I should have bought him a bed. Sharing beds with kids is hard enough without the hooves and tails.
Opening your eyes, you sit up. Sam is on your lap, with messy hair that make his ears look like nothing.
(My story is, I'm basically half donkey. I have hooves for feet permanently, and a really active tail and my ears are that of a donkeys. I got a kid, and he was made to be like me.)
Sam has a huge tail fetish. If you walk behind him too often, you'll notice. He'll wag it in his sleep, and sometimes it just 'wags' its way into his mouth. As a 12 year old, he's just odd.
The only difficulty of being me, is stairs. Stairs.
I can break down a door easily with these hooves, but with these hooves..
Walking down the stairs, you either have to crawl or walk down facing the side. Or else your heel bumps the stair and the next step propels you down to the bottom.