Rude Awakening

I would like to share the lovely story about how I woke up yesterday morning. It was some ungodly hour in the morning (Hayden has been getting up very early lately like 5:20am early). Hayden is not suppose to get out of his room until 7AM, sometimes this works and sometimes it doesn't and he sneaks downstairs.
First, I have to tell you that I sleep in an over sized tee-shirt and my under wear. Nothing fancy or sexy here, just comfort. On this morning, I guess I was hot because all the covers were off me and my shirt was up around my waist. I was kinda mooning the room, it was a covered moon though.
Second, I must tell you that we have a very tall bed. It is so tall that when I was pregnant, I need a step stool to get into it. When Hayden gets into our bed, he has to climb up at the bottom using the foot board.
So I am sound a sleep and don't notice that Hayden has come into our bedroom. I am laying on my side turned into to bed, with my bum facing out. Hayden comes over to my side of the bed and begins to pull himself up onto the bed, only he is slipping.
He need to grab onto something to keep him from falling. He has many choices; the sheets, my shirt, the bed itself, but no. He chooses is my underwear.
He grabs onto the waste band and pulls. This in turn, pull my underwear up, way up into a monster wedgie.
You know that kinda wedgie that bullies in high school give kids where the underwear is almost able to cover your head. The kind where you can hear the fabric ripping.
Needless to say, I was awake in seconds responding to the pain and trying to keep Hayden from falling down and knocking over the bedside table and lamp. It was a very rude awakening indeed. I could not sit down for a little while after this encounter.