Dear Pretty Princess,
It has come to my attention that you are now an expert in the matters of getting exactly what you want, not always what you need mind you, especially in areas where your Father is involved. In the past I have tried to shun this behavior and prove to your Father that you have him wrapped completely around your tiny little finger, but he has refused to hear me out. I told him that I too was an expert, so I'm watching myself grow up, in a way.
I would like to make a deal with you on this matter. For Mother's Day, when Daddy takes you four shopping and lets you pick out something from your heart (which I do find quite adorable) please tell him you are dying to go to a mattress store. Bat those big brown eyes, poke your lip out, all the usual stunts you know to pull. Then, if he still turns you down, stomp your foot with your hand on your hip. Lay it on him thick with the whole, "That's not fair!! Why don't we ever do what I wanna do?? You're a mean Daddy!!" When he finally caves, as he always does, take him to the king size mattresses. Then, make sure it's a good one. Sealy will do. Tell him that Mommy deserves a king size bed. She is tired of being a contortionist throughout the night to avoid kicking the sweet little faces that crowd at her feet during the night. And, furthermore, she's sick of Hail kicking her in the face from 1-6am when she finally can't take it anymore and just moves to the couch.
Sweet girl of mine, if you can pull this one off, I will turn my head the other direction when I see your Father caving at the toy store for the latest Barbie that you just had to have. I will give you several free passes to cry your way out of a spankin' when you totally deserve it. I will no longer interfere with your talent of making your Father dance like a puppet on strings. I may make comments under my breath as I walk past him such as "Dance puppet... dance." But, that's all, I promise. Just score me that king sized bed!! Now, get to work.