Commando Piggies

When I went to wake up the 13-year-old, one of his feet was poking out of his blankets. So, I did what every good Mom would do; I grabbed a toe.

"This little piggie went to market..."
A twitch.
"This little piggie stayed home..."
A groan.
"This little piggie had roast beef..."

Suddenly, his other foot shot out!
And he shouted, "And this little piggie called in reinforcements!"