Whats with the woobies?

So today, as I was bringing Nooshies load of blankies and power rangers down stairs for the 15th time (not even exaggerating), I asked myself, What's the deal with all the blankies?

Noosh insists that I bring all 5 blankies to each of his locations.

The location changes at least 5 times a day.

"tate my bankies upstayos"
"Bwing my bankies downstayos"

Which one is it? Make up your mind child.
I mean, it is not as if I am doing anything else today, except maybe wait on you hand and foot.

I was glad no one was here to witness how I had succumbed to the 2 year old and his demands.

How was it that I was carrying all 5 blankies, his doggy pillow and like 10 Action figures and he walked with nothing.
He was pointing and sorting out his demands as I barely made it down the stairs without falling.

I set the pile o stuff down next to him and of course it wasn't in the right place.
I used my foot to scoot it the 3 feet to the left that he needed it and it was like an alarm had gone off.
Oh, the scream.

I was doing it wrong.
"not wif yo feet momma!"
and heaven for bid I say anything in any sort of tone in response. I immediately get the "don't say it like dat!"

Geesh! Is there anything I can do?

Why is it that I have to ask my 2 year old permission to use the bathroom?
Mommy needs a shower, is that ok with you?

If it weren't for the sweet little snotty face and the out of the blue I love you's, we might be practicing a little respect in a corner. But instead He his now happy as a clam sitting in his pile o blankies and playing with his ton o toys in the middle of the living room. (That's ok, I didn't want to clean there anyway...)