ants...in your hand?

I went in to wake my sweet boy, bless him he takes after me and is not a mary sunshine in the morning, and the rest went something like this...


Me:  Good morning buddy, I love you.
Noah: (after a loooong stretch and a lot of blinking and squinting) Mom, my hand feels funny.
Me:  Oh, it's probably asleep from you laying on it.
Noah:  It feel like there are ants in there.

Leave it to a four year old to put it so uniquely.  Can't say enough how much I love this guy.