Cuteness is a survival technique

Last night I really wasn't in a mood to sleep. So I didn't. My poor mother woke up five times during the night to deal with me. I'm sure we'll look back at this some day and laugh.

I attribute my surviving the nigh to the following facts:

• I'm not a common langur or a Papio hamadryas ursinus or anything else that eats its young
• I am ridiculously cute
• The vast skill set I have in charming the ladies which I inherited from my father