Oh dear, my arm is not positioned just so to cushion your head while you nurse to sleep? Well it's not made of rubber, so it doesn't bend that way, and also I have other things to do than just lie here being your plaything for half the night, I have foam pool noodles to turn into lightsabres for your brother's birthday party tomorrow.
You are disappointed to wake and not find me exactly where you left me? Well, I'm disappointed to hear you wake, because I have the stomach flu and it's really rather gross and I haven't eaten a thing that's not banana for two days so I may be a tiny bit grumpy, but excuse me if you find me less than sympathetic when you bounce up in bed at 3.30 am and tell me you're hungry, because you were offered a full and nutritious dinner, while all I had was a bowl of cereal, gingerly, afraid of repercussions.
You want to sit up and have the big side? Again? And I seem less than forthcoming? I roll onto my front and tell you to go and find Daddy?
Must be morning.