The other night Little Man decided to abandon pull ups. Before I headed off to bed, I checked on him. He was totally out, but also totally wet. So last night we went back to the safe embrace of Mr. Pull Up. Of course this means he leaked through the pull up at 6 am this morning, and I was NOT ready to wake up. I stripped him out of his jammies, and shooed him into my bed, hoping for an extra hour of snoozling.
Nope. The squirmy wormies got the best of his four year old body. So we whispered to each other in the morning.
Him: "I'm going to stay in Daddy's space forever."
Me: "Oh yeah? Is Daddy going to sleep in your bed then?"
Him: "Not necessarily..."