You're bugging me

G has a habit of climbing in bed with us almost every night between 2 and 4AM. I don't even wake up anymore. This morning he was moving around and kneeing me in the back and playing with my hair starting around 5:30. I tried to move his knees away from my side and brush his hands away from my hair, but it continued. I finally said, "G, stop it," which usually works. Instead, he responded, "Mommy, I'm going to daddy's side. You're bugging me." Well, excuse me!