On top of things

My poor baby woked up on saturday at 6am wailing. I watched for a good 10 secs in hope that I can soothe him to sleep. But after 2 minutes of wailing and bawling his eyes and lungs out, I decided to carry him and rock him. But, it didn't soothe him - my poor baby, did he feel unwell or were there any bed monsters that took him away from his sleep via a nightmare?
After almost 3 mins of bawling, I realised tucked at a corner, my beloved Aung is still sleeping away although his son is at the top of his voice that almost translates, HELP ME or I JUST DUN WANNA STOP CRYYYYYYYYING!
Suddenly, I shouted at Aung, WAKE UP YOUR SON IS BAWLING, I NEED MILK! After a few secs of struggling, my Aung jumped out of bed and went on his fatherly duties. After 30 mins, that little imp is back to sleep.

Over at breakfast before I zoomed off to church at 8am first since I am on duty, my aung said with a tinge of cheeky-ness.
Aung: Do you know why I didn't wake up or not at his first cry?
Bun: You didn't hear?
Aung: Nope, I dreamt that we are doing it.
Bun: Ha ha ha Funny lah you
Aung: Yar lah, so i didn't want to wake up
Bun: Hmmmmmmmm
Aung: And... (with expressions of 110% cheekiness overload overbursting)... you are on top. I can't get up!
I have snapshots of our breakfast conversation throughout the whole weekend and I always ended up bursting in laughter even when I typed this. Ha ha ha, my aung and his fat rabbit!