Pop Tarts in MY bed!

One morning each weekend, Matt gets up with Kate. For an extra thirty minutes, I remain in bed (with the 100 lb. dog vying for my undivided attention). Once Kate realizes I am still "sleeping," the door is opened and in she comes with Duckie and her breakfast (and a request to watch T-B). Good thing I hold my ground and put her on Matt's side. I don't want to sleep in the crumbs!