Belly Quakes

I am sitting here watching my belly move. I swear, if you say the little man's name, he'll squirm in response. This morning, while gradually waking up, Jesse told him to wake up, and the little man kicked me. Jesse felt it and laughed. I grimaced and quickly booked it to the bathroom. The little man has deadly aim at all my vital organs. If he wants waffles, he kicks my gall bladder. If he doesn't like the song, he kicks my other bladder. If it is ice cream he needs, he play punching bag with my navel until I consent. If Jesse tells him to wake up and play, the little man makes the whole belly quake. He is already so opinionated. I wonder where he gets it from??