Of mattress space fights

The brat is, thanks to the hot summer, spending most of his day confined to the house. Morning tuitions done with and dispensed with he comes home to his cousin who is down for a break, and runs riot for a bit, before being conned, threatened, bribed or intimidated into going to sleep for a bit. He attempts the afternoon nap in all earnestness. This includes at first drawing all the curtains across. Then adjusting and fluffing up his pillows. Followed by the very detailed process of choosing which Man gets the honour of accompanying him on said pillow for a little nap. Batman? Spiderman? Superman? The stuffed cloth versions or the hardier action figure versions. Mamma keeps her silence through this process which is considerate and allocates each 'Man' equal nap time in the course of the week.
"Man" duly selected, the brat decides to nap. He lies down and places selected man on pillow next to him. Mamma lies down next to both like a beached whale and safeguard against them both inadvertently rolling off the bed. "Mamma," says the brat. "Give Batman more space on d bed. How he will sleep?"
Mamma shifts her carcass obligingly.
"Mamma, is nod enough. How he'll turn? Therez no place."
This on a kingsize bed that has eaten up an entire bedroom, needing us to crawl around the edges, holding onto cupboard handles for balance, if we need to get to the other side of room.
Mamma reluctantly shifts a bit more. And more, and more. Until she realises the entire far side of the bed is vacant. And she is sleeping on her side on the very edge of the mattress.
"Brat, move back there, the entire side is empty, " she states matter of factly, seeing as it is the obvious move to guarantee that she sleeps without losing balance and falling into baskets of toys.
"You move dere. I not moving anywear," mutters a surly brat.
And so she does. And spreads her fat over sufficient mattress space.