Giving Birth to Chubby Checker

I woke up at 2:38 this morning. Around 4:00 am I realize I am still awake. At 4:30, my baby says,

You woke me up
Cause you couldn't sleep
You wouldn't stop flopping around.
And now I'm up to let you know
I can really shake it down now.

And then in a screeching little singing voice with full splay of the dance moves, he starts in with,

Do you love me? I can really move...
Do you love me? I'm in the groove...
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Now that I can dance
Watch me now!

To which I respond:

Hey, work it, oh work it out baby.
Work it, work it, well you're driving me crazy
Work it, work it, just a little bit of sleep now.

And he says,

I can mash potato, I can mash potato
I can do the twist, I can do the twist
Now tell me mommy, tell me mommy.
Do ya like it like this? (do ya like it like this?)
Tell me, tell me, tell me...

Do you love me, do you love me
Do you love me, do you love me
do you love me, do you love me
Now that I can dance, dance, dance
Watch me now!

And of course the song went on with him shimmying down right in between my hipbones, twistin' on my bladder, mash potatoin' on my spleen, and drivin' me crazy. Oh, how I love that child and oh, how I could have used a cheese omelet at 5:30 am, and oh, how I just guzzled that coffee loaded with sugar and Hershey's. Aaaaaaand guess who's asleep? That's right, Chubby himself.